In the end, we are all just stories.

We chase tomorrow with restless feet, Believing joy lives where dreams will meet. Yet somewhere, softly beyond our sight, Another soul prays for our ordinary light. The things we hold and overlook each day A peaceful breath, a sky washed gray, A loving word, a place called home, Treasures to those who walk alone. Life does not owe us every desire, Nor feed each longing of the heart's deep fire. But what we have is not too small When gratitude learns to see it all. So if today has not gone as you planned, Still count the blessings in your hand. For while you're wishing for something new, Someone is wishing to be you. And when the road feels hard and long, Let thankfulness become your song. Not everything we seek is meant to stay But grace still finds us, day by day. For happiness is seldom found In all the things we gather 'round It blooms the moment we begin To treasure what has always been.

I am both worse and better than you thought. Sylvia Plath

Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.

Silence isn't safer than speaking up. It only hides the cost better, for a while. Until we pay it in either resentment, erosion, or the slow disappearance of your own voice. The real choice is whether to address a discomfort or let it fester until it cannot be resolved.

A moment in Black&White By: helena giorgiou

Walk gently, but stand your ground, Let kindness bloom where hope is found. A heart of peace need not be weak, True strength lives in the calm we seek. Give your trust like morning light, Warm and pure, yet held with sight. For open hearts can wisely see The line between truth and fantasy. Hold gratitude within your soul, Yet never cease to chase your goal. The tallest trees still reach above, Though rooted deep in earth and love. Life is neither black nor white, But dawn embracing fading night. In every choice, let wisdom guide With grace as compass, truth as tide. Be soft enough to heal the pain, Be firm enough to break each chain. For balance is the quiet art Of growing strong while keeping heart.

Even though everything we say or write, There are still things to the heart That are too big to be said.