stillness

love is found in bleak places

i fall in love with everything a little every day. i hope you do too.

to feel is to live

allow yourself to feel. even when the world tells you not to.

especially when the world tells you not to.

the art of being content

 If I could live 9 lives, I know exactly what I would be in each of them.

        First, I’d be a philosopher. Constantly asking questions, formulating ideas, and seeking solutions to the world’s mysteries. By the end of this lifetime, I will realize that the beauty of the world is in its enigma, and trying to make sense of it is insanity.

       So, for my next life, I’d be a journalist. For the third, I’d be a teacher. The fourth, a scientist. For the fifth, a soldier. The sixth, a renowned historian. For the seventh, I’d take a rest and live in the countryside. For my eighth life, I’d be an astronaut.  

       Then lastly, I’d be an artist. I will paint, film, write and create something immensely beautiful so that the people who find them rediscover their hearts once again. I will encapsulate the mysteries of the world in my works, and in this life, I’d be content.

people found on passing planes

surround yourself with people that will sit with you in silence.

versions of yourself

i found us a place where we could bury the people we once were,

and the once we could have been.

life is all about love

you will be forgotten. your works- no matter how beautiful in magnitude, will be forgotten.

your face no matter how pleasing to look at will be forgotten.

your words- no matter how powerful they may be, will be forgotten.

it took me a while to not be scared of having the traces of me removed from this world. but i refuse to define my life by how much it will be remembered. i would rather be defined by how much love i gave.