“Not everything that bothers us is a problem, not everything that comforts us is the solution.”

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.

I read once that elegance is a privilege of age. I thought, that’s so true. You get more comfortable with yourself as you get older.

I don’t like being stagnant. I want to continue to grow and just be better at what I do, and the only way to do that is to keep stepping outside of your comfort zone.

I just love expanding my horizons and growing as an artist. The only way you get to do that is by doing something that scares you or takes you out of your comfort zone.

So long as we use comfort and security as our criteria of success, we will fear our own intuitive guidance because by its very nature it directs us into new cycles of learning that are sometimes uncomfortable.

I’m not living large; I just want to live comfortably. I wanna have financial stability that is unshakable.

Know that you are the perfect age. Each year is special and precious, for you shall only live it once. Be comfortable with growing older.

Words lit low on kerosene pages, familiar comforts like asphyxiation.

If we stay where we are, where we’re stuck, where we’re comfortable and safe, we die there… When nothing new can get in, that’s death.