“Because I have seen a rare kind of peace in the eyes of loners. Because I have heard whispers of battles of the accompanied.”

Are disappointing patterns just patterns only? Or are they a mockery of your stupidity?

You hypnotize yourself with memories that were meant to be forgotten, then wonder why destiny never favors you.

Transient emptiness over irreparable brokenness.

Falling for superficial costs depth its entire existence.

Is it a loss that is still present? Or a presence that seems to be lost?

How is it that the colors don’t seem colorful anymore? How is it that the child in me wants to live yet keeps dying more and more?

And maybe at the end, it’s not about the loss or victory but the moments in which, we put all the efforts into something.

Insincerity masked as maturity is toxicity.

Not all homes are meant to be lived in. Some are meant to be abandoned. Some burnt.

Being sad means being elite for sad can’t be those who struggle to make the two ends meet.

Empty boxes pleading empty boxes to fill them with peace and love.

Indifference is not a vice, insensitivity is.

It doesn’t take courage to find peace in the arms of destiny. It takes faith.

You are so sure of what people will think because you’ve thought the same for someone else at some point in your life.

The world is conditioned to admire flowers. Keep watering your roots.

Its not the chaos that brings us peace, but the uniqueness of how we make sense out of it.

The man who is prepared has his battle half fought.

The Good News means we can stop lying to ourselves. The sweet sound of amazing grace saves us from the necessity of self-deception. It keeps us from denying that though Christ was victorious, the battle with lust, greed, and pride still rages within us.

We win half the battle when we make up our minds to take the world as we find it including the thorns.

This earthly life is a battle,’ said Ma. ‘If it isn’t one thing to contend with, it’s another. It always has been so, and it always will be. The sooner you make up your mind to that, the better off you are, and more thankful for your pleasures.

Live not for Battles Won. Live not for The-End-of-the-Song. Live in the along.

The worst battle is between heart and mind.

Choose your battles one way or another. The world is overwhelming af already.

We don’t want wars even when we win.