Maybe the detour was the destination.

The sky never apologises for changing.

Healing is quiet work.

Your past is a place to learn from, not live in.

Unfinished doesn't mean unworthy.

Deep waters run quiet.

Not all who leave were meant to stay.

Hope is a quiet kind of brave.

I stopped asking why and started asking what's next.

The things we can't say shape us the most.

We become what we practise.

Somewhere between who I was and who I'm becoming.

It's okay to outgrow people.

Some doors close so you stop waiting at them.

The people who stay through your storms deserve your sunshine.

Nothing is permanent, not even this feeling.