Even the shadow is made of light.

People’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating To the surface every once in a while.

Sometimes I pause beneath the moonlit sky, And thank the stars for letting me be For every breath, each passing moment, For the quiet gift of simply being free. Life may not be gentle, And some roads may leave their scars, But even in the darkest nights, There is beauty hiding in the stars. I don't need a perfect life, Just moments that feel true A little peace, a heart that hopes, And skies that carry me through. So here I stand, beneath the moon, With gratitude soft and bright For this imperfect, precious life, For being here, alive, tonight.

Expect little from people. Expect a lot from yourself. That’s a secret of a happy life.

Accept that you may be the villain in someone else’s story, even when your intentions were never wrong. People often reshape you to fit the version of reality that makes their own wounds, choices, and ego easier to understand. You cannot control the story someone tells about you. You can only remain honest about the person you know yourself to be. Let their perception belong to them, and let your truth belong to you.