“At times this thought makes me arid, if the vibe was mutual, why is this reminiscence one sided.”

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

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

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.

If one sticks too rigidly to one’s principles, one would hardly see anybody.

One forgets words as one forgets names. One’s vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die.

One must not mistake majority for truth.

All roads are long which lead to one’s heart’s desire.

I know you’re shining down on me from Heaven, like so many friends we’ve lost along the way. And I know eventually we’ll be together, one sweet day.

Of two hearts one is always warm and one is always cold: the cold heart is more precious than diamonds: the warm heart has no value and is thrown away.

We are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.

Not only should you not accept a prize. You should not try to deserve one either.