“Both strong and weak may survive; if neither takes too seriously, the titles of ‘strong’ and ‘weak’.”

No. I do not wish upon stars, I hear they fall.

This year has been heavy. Not meant to be carried alone.

Past lifetimes do not concern me. Whatever memory succumbs to be forgotten, is one I do not aspire to repeat.

It seems to be, that there are dual reasons why justice is rarely given. One, too little evidence. Two, too much.

Some days are heavy. Not meant to be carried alone.

Toxicity isn’t always a harsh tone or a bruise. Often it’s a “this is who I am.” Often it’s a “I’ll change” Void of when.

Never give a human the job of making you happy. Some days, they might call you sick. Other days they might call quit.

I have felt warmth in lies, and coldness in truth. This is how I know that morality, transcends the physicality of temperatures.

Fear, is a curtain telling you she’s a door walkthrough.

It is the silliness of youth to trust time.

I used to believe that living is doing, moving, getting. But, there is life in staying still. A bird is a bird even when she isn’t flying.

No, I’m not one to go in pursuit of happiness. It is common knowledge, is it not? That what is chased after will run.

We were purple, one day, we felt whole the next day split apart into red and blue.

What’s lost, can be found. What’s broken, may be fixed. But what lives in denial of either of these will remain as it is.

A problem ignored, has two outcomes. The illusion that it is gone, and the reality of one problem becoming more.

Be careful out there; I hear humans get killed for wearing the wrong skin.

As athletes, it’s no longer just about being the strongest, fastest, toughest, it’s so so so important to take that time for your mind and mental well-being.

The resistance that you fight physically in the gym and the resistance that you fight in life can only build a strong character.

Champions have to have the skill and the will. But the will must be stronger than the skill.

Most of the time I do feel like I need someone else when I’m alone. But I can still get by with just my own company and that makes me a stronger person.

Giving up doesn’t always mean your weak sometimes your just strong enough to let go.

In the public eye, girls and women with strong perspectives are hated.

A quiet conscience makes one strong!

My family was always present when I needed them and sometimes felt even stronger emotions than me.