#selfdevelopment

I have lived in this cabin for so long that it feels less like a place I chose and more like a place the years built around me. Every morning, I wake to the same mountains standing quiet in the distance,

I sat beside a pond one evening, watching a few small fish swim between the plants beneath the surface. Every now and then, one would disappear into the darker water and reappear a little farther away.

Every day comes carrying something different. No day is ever really the same as the last, even if we give them the same names. They may look alike from far away, but once you live inside them, you feel

I’m young, but I know what it feels like when life stops being gentle. Image from pexels. I have seen enough to know that the world does not care how badly I need it to. It does not soften the blow because