Things We Forget

You are the author of your next chapter — pick up the pen.

The stars don’t rush — and still, they shine.

You can carry both grief and gratitude in the same breath.

Time doesn’t heal everything — but it teaches what must stay.

Sometimes,, the world softens when you meet it with curiosity and wonder.

Even roots must break the soil before they bloom.

You are not your scars; you are the story that survived them.

Every sunrise is a second chance disguised as morning.

The heart mends in whispers, not in thunder.

That light always finds its way through cracks — even the ones we hide.