Old wounds, new wisdom.

Missing people is the price of having loved them.

Distance teaches you who was holding on.

The people who stay through your storms deserve your sunshine.

Keep your heart soft and your boundaries clear.

People change, and so do the reasons they stay.

You can be grateful and still want more.

Everyone you meet is fighting something you can't see.

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

Every scar is proof I healed.

I'm learning that peace is a choice I make daily.

Be gentle. Everyone's carrying something.

The ocean looks calm from far away too.

Peace is expensive. Pay for it anyway.

We become what we practise.

Some feelings don't fit into captions.