The Beauty of Broken Things
“How did you become so fearless?” “Do you have a vase? Imagine you do — an antique one. Beautiful. Expensive….
“How did you become so fearless?” “Do you have a vase? Imagine you do — an antique one. Beautiful. Expensive….
The people who left you left because they didn’t want to stay. If they wanted to, they would have tried….
I can’t change the world. So I’m trying to change myself. We often think about fixing the world, the country,…
Failures work like a pause. They give you a chance to momentarily stop and think about your life and act….
Now, everything is fine. Days are moving slowly, as they should. There are no problems that I can’t solve. No chaos, no stress. And still, something doesn’t feel right. A feeling that something is missing. It’s not sadness. It’s not even dissatisfaction. Everything is there, but something is still missing,…
You got really tired of being a nice person. It’s such a hectic job to do every day that it feels like labour. Agreeing with people even when you know they are wrong, just because you don’t want to upset them. Choosing silence over conflict so everything stays peaceful. Saying…
Many years after it happened, one fine day, you will understand how a person can be kind, loving, and generous, yet still be harmful. How “who they were” and “what they did” were so different that it left you confused. Now, you can call them toxic or narcissistic, but were…
The days keep repeating themselves. The hope that breathes in the morning vanishes somewhere in the dark of the night. Life feels heavy when emotional thoughts start circling inside the mind with no way out. It seems the life that only appears in dreams wants to stay in the dreams.…
You see her rage, but I see her pain. You ask, “What’s wrong with her?” and I could give you a thousand reasons, but I say, “Nothing,” because it’s not something you can sum up in a few words. It’s not about today. It’s not about yesterday. It’s the weight…