I am controlled by no one, but I am guided by the wind of my own mind.








Life is not the silence after every storm,
Nor a road untouched by sorrow's rain
It is the courage to greet each dawn
Without carrying yesterday's chains.
For the future is a distant hill
And the past, a river already gone
Why surrender this borrowed moment
When the sky still teaches us to go on?
Walk gently through the valleys of your days,
Let fear fall softly from your hands
For a beautiful life is not found in perfection,
But in learning to bloom where your spirit stands.
And when the mountains whisper your name,
May you answer with a heart set free
Choosing, again and again, the simple grace
Of being here, beneath eternity.




