“But your destiny, it isn’t to lose. – believe.”

We will remain inextinguishable.

Living includes being gentle with your own heart.

Forgiveness, I have found, is a slow walk. A tender crawl.

The hollow space, it can be a blessing too.

But what have we learnt without the chaos?

There are blessings weaved within every inch of the pain.

Even in the rain, I am learning how to find miracles.

And grace is still opening doors.

I will not operate in fear.

Honesty, love never stopped looking for you.

Are we or are we not meant to crave possibilities?

Nothing permanent grows from comfort.

Choose to make every pulse worth it.

The wound is real but so is the healing.

Would it be safe to say that I find you in every heartbeat?

In a way, hope is a type of courage too.