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ƬӇЄ ƬƦƲƬӇ ƖƧ ƜЄ ƠƲƬƓƦƠƜ ƬӇƠƧЄ ƜӇƠ ƊƠƝ’Ƭ ƘƝƠƜ ӇƠƜ ƬƠ ԼƠƔЄ ƲƧ The truth is, we outgrow those who don’t appreciate us—those who are indifferent to our presence and comfortable with our absence. We outgrow those who allow the distance between us to grow, those who make us feel replaceable. We outgrow those who aren’t genuine with us, those who say things they don’t mean. The ones who talk the talk but fail to walk the walk when we need them by our side. We outgrow those who only embrace certain parts of us, refusing to accept us in our entirety. Those who dismiss our wants and needs, too preoccupied with their own. We outgrow those who make us feel like we’re not worth their time or effort. Those who could give so much more but choose to hold back. The ones who consistently place us last on their list of priorities. We outgrow those who are lazy in their love—those who retreat two steps every time we move one step forward. The truth is, we eventually reach a point where we fully understand who we are, what we want, and what we deserve. We refuse to sell ourselves short. We refuse to repeat the exhausting cycle of offering our hearts to those who don’t know how to hold them. We reach a point where self-love outweighs any other love. We choose ourselves, even when others don’t. We outgrow those who show us they’re not invested, who won’t try, and who treat us as temporary stops on their journey to something—or someone—else. We outgrow those who fail to make us feel cherished, who don’t value us the way we deserve to be valued. The truth is, we’re capable of giving the world to someone we love. All we need in return is the reassurance that they won’t abuse it, that our hearts are safe with them, and that they won’t turn into another regret or another lesson learned the hard way. We outgrow those who don’t know how to love us, saving our love for those who meet us with the same depth of care. For those who are willing to catch us when we fall. We outgrow those who offer empty words but no actions. We’ve spent years learning to love ourselves, and we won’t jeopardize that growth by staying with people who make us question our worth. The truth is, we outgrow those who aren’t afraid of losing us—because they’ll never truly understand us, never see us the way we yearn to be seen, and never give us the love we’ve always deserved.

ƬƠ ƳƠƲ, ƜӇƠ'ƔЄ ӇƲƦƬ MЄ ƧƠ MƲƇӇ I told you I was in pain, And I showed you my wounds But instead of helping me heal, You added more salt to my wounds. You saw my weaknesses and turned them into weapons. There was word you said that cut deeper. And when I was on the edge, barely holding on, And you gave me the last push, It's like you'll enjoy watching me fall apart. As if seeing me lost gives you power. You knew exactly where to attack me. Always playing with my mind. Piece by piece, until there's nothing left of me. Now I sit here, broken and empty, And somehow, I'm the one to blame. Today you say I'm too distant, too cold. And while you paint yourself as the victim. The world will hear your story, But no one will see the destruction you left on me. 💔

ᒍᥙ⳽t Ꙇɩƙᥱ tᖾᥲt, Ꙇ ᥲ⳽ƙᥱᑯ ຕყ⳽ᥱꙆƒ, "𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙚ᑯ?" When did I stop seeing the extravagant possibilities that this world has in store? When did I stop being optimistic despite not receiving the support and encouragement that I needed? When did I stop mapping out where I wanted to be three, five, or ten years from now? I feel like I no longer have the youthful energy to chase because I don’t even know if there’s anything I want to pursue anymore. My fate has been concluded ever since I was a kid, and I didn’t like the choices they picked. But who am I to say no? How can a tiny voice matter that much? And now, growing up, everything seems bland and distant. Everything looks reserved for someone else. Everything always leads to misdirected paths. When I look at myself, I see nothing but a person who doesn’t know where to go or how to paint her future. And I am jealous of those who got what they needed for this climb. I am jealous of those who can dream big without any restrictions. Nobody talks about how painful it is when passing time leads to dying dreams, because we know they weren’t within our bracket of means. Maybe if I hadn’t grown up thinking there’s no limit to my ambitions, I could have been everything I ever wanted. But that’s not my reality. Maybe I was supposed to be a dreamer, but I ended up living a life where I am too young to pick a choice and now, too old to regret and step back. When did the dreamer in me die? So many notes of “I should have done this. I should have done that.” But where can I get the help the I needed? Where can I acquire the resources to take this leap? Maybe they were right―the best dreams are only for those who can afford them.

ᙃo ყoᥙ ƙᥒoω ωᖾᥲt ɩ⳽ tᖾᥱ ᑲɩɠɠᥱ⳽t Ꙇo⳽⳽ ɩᥒ ᥲ ρᥱɾ⳽oᥒ’⳽ Ꙇɩƒᥱ? It’s losing someone you once loved deeply. But do you know what’s a loss a thousand times greater than that? Losing someone who loved you perfectly and unconditionally. The day you realize that the person who once loved you with tender care, like a doting pet cat, no longer feels the same, you’ll feel a sharp pain in your chest. You’ll wake up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep peacefully. Not because you lost someone you loved, but because you lost someone who loved you. That regret will tear you apart. The admiration you feel for someone you love may eventually dry up like a river in drought, but the regret of losing someone who truly loved you will burn in your heart for a lifetime, like an eternal flame without a cause. In this world, countless people will come and go in your life. You may love them deeply and forget them too. But those who love you deeply—such people come into your life only once or twice, and often, not at all. If you lose a house, you can buy another. If your car breaks down, you can fix it. You can sell, buy, and trade land, owning thousands of properties. But if you lose a cherished person, you’ll never find another like them again. The person who once waited for you like a faithful dog may still be waiting—but not for you anymore. The person who would’ve gladly died for you just by looking into your eyes may still be ready to die—but not for you. The person who once wanted to live a thousand years resting on your chest may still want to live—but not with their head on your chest. When you carelessly lose such a perfect person, no compensation in life can ever make up for it. A person will hold on to their loved one even in the strongest currents, clinging to a straw to survive by the riverbank. But if that person is swept away by the current, they’ll keep going farther and farther, while you do nothing to hold them back. You thought they’d stay, that they wanted to stay, and somehow, they would. But one day, you wake up on a sunny, sweet morning to find the storm has passed, the flood has subsided—but the person who wanted to stay is no longer there. They’ve been swept away to another river or a different sea. Often, even if a person doesn’t leave on their own, life’s storms will carry them away if you don’t know how to hold on to them. If you reach out to touch them now, if you go close and say, "Please, caress my head once," you’ll see that in their touch, in their presence, there’s no trace of you anymore. This is where you’ve suffered your greatest defeat, your biggest loss. The person is still there—but they’re not yours anymore. This loss will one day make the world, heavy with people, feel like an empty desert to you. There will be millions of people around you, yet not a single one will feel like your own. There will be countless people who have you, but no one who you truly have. Such an immense loss can never be compensated for in life. There’s no replacement for such a precious person once they’re gone. It’s impossible—utterly impossible. Lose someone like this once, and you’ll understand everything clearly. So, while there’s still time, value the ones who truly matter.

...ᑲᥱᥴᥲᥙ⳽ᥱ ყoᥙ ᑯɩᑯᥒ't ᥲ⳽ƙ You didn’t ask, I didn’t tell you, how much your words hurt, how deeply the sadness burned, because of the cold stone wall you built to protect yourself, while you left my soul starving without mercy. You didn’t ask, I didn’t tell you, that all I ever wanted was your hug, to see my better self reflected just once in your eyes. I waited. I waited so long. Because I believed in false hope, because I couldn’t see how you could love me when you gave yourself so little, when you barely understood what true feelings are, when you weren’t at peace with yourself, when your whole life was just a mask, when you were nothing more than an old prop in the theater of your own life. Now you would ask, but I have nothing left to say. The pain is slowly fading inside me. I don’t hate you, oh no, I look at your face with indifference, and I understand, I finally understand, that your lack of love cannot extinguish my light.

ACCEPTANCE : 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙨 There’s a particular weight that settles over you when the illusion begins to dissolve—when you start to see the world, not as you once believed it to be, but as it truly is. It’s not the sharp sting of heartbreak or the anguish of personal loss but something deeper: a quiet, aching melancholy that accompanies the realization that life’s grandeur lies more in our perception than in its reality. It’s the sorrow of understanding the impermanence of all things, the inevitability of change, and the fragile beauty of moments that can never be reclaimed. The fairy tales we grew up with—the ones that painted life as a series of sweeping triumphs, where love conquers all and happiness is a destination—crumble under the weight of lived experience. Love, you discover, is not the eternal flame you once believed it to be; it flickers and dims, vulnerable to the winds of circumstance, the tides of misunderstanding, and the unrelenting march of time. It’s not the everlasting force of storybooks but a delicate, fleeting moment—a connection to be cherished but never possessed. The heartbreak doesn’t stem from love’s fragility but from the realization that even the deepest connections are merely borrowed moments, slipping inevitably into memory. Happiness, too, takes on a different hue. It’s no longer the radiant, unbroken light we were taught to pursue but a fleeting glimmer that dances unpredictably through our lives. It resides in small, unexpected flashes: the warmth of a laugh, the stillness of a sunset, the brief peace of a quiet moment. And the more we clutch at it, desperate to make it last, the more elusive it becomes. In its absence, we are left with the echo of its loss—a bittersweet reminder that happiness, like all things, is transient. With this awareness, a profound loneliness often takes hold. It’s not the loneliness of being without others but the existential solitude of seeing life through a lens that many around you have yet to glimpse—or perhaps choose not to. It’s the disconnection of recognizing the fragility of human connection, the fleeting nature of joy, and the inevitability of endings, all while others seem to move through life unburdened by such thoughts. You feel untethered, a visitor in a world that suddenly feels both overwhelming and insufficient. Yet, within this sadness and loneliness lies a quiet liberation. It’s the freedom of seeing the world without its mask, of understanding that life’s beauty is not diminished by its impermanence but enhanced by it. The fleeting nature of moments makes them more precious; the fragility of love gives it depth; the transient nature of happiness makes its arrival all the more meaningful. There’s beauty in the brokenness, in the quiet truths, in the simple act of being present for this strange, fleeting journey called life. You may no longer see the fairy tales, but what you do see—life as it is, raw and unfiltered—is no less profound. And in that understanding, even the ache transforms into a kind of peace, a bittersweet gratitude for the fragile, fleeting wonder of it all.

Ʈᖾɩ⳽ ɩ⳽ ᖾoω ყoᥙ ƒoɾɠɩʋᥱ ⳽oຕᥱoᥒᥱ ωᖾo ᑲɾoƙᥱ ყoᥙɾ ᖾᥱᥲɾt: You forgive them by giving yourself time to heal. It’s not something that happens all at once, and it doesn’t happen overnight. It’s a gradual process. Some days you take two steps forward and four steps back. It might not always make sense, but every day you grow a little stronger, a little more resilient—even if it doesn’t feel like it. You forgive them by focusing on yourself. Stop pouring your energy into negativity. Disconnect. Unfollow. Take care of yourself. Reread your favorite books, spend time with your closest friends, and remind yourself of the joy and positivity that still exists around you. Allow your heart the space to rest and remember how to smile again. You forgive them by stepping away from the situation. The longer you dwell in the pain, the more it takes root. It’s hard, but you have to let it go. Acknowledge your emotions and honor your feelings, but don’t keep replaying the past. Picture the pain like a balloon—let it float away. Say goodbye. It no longer has the power to hurt you. You forgive them by accepting what happened. This doesn’t mean the pain disappears. It doesn’t mean you’re excusing their actions or letting them off the hook. They are still accountable for what they did. But it means recognizing that what’s done cannot be undone. There’s no rewind button—you can only move forward. You forgive them by reclaiming your life. Because your life is so much bigger than the person who broke your heart.

Ernest Hemingway once wrote: "The hardest lesson I’ve had to learn as an adult is the relentless need to keep going, no matter how shattered I feel inside." This truth is both raw and universal. Life doesn’t pause when our hearts are heavy, our minds are fractured, or our spirits feel like they’re unraveling. It keeps moving—unrelenting, unapologetic—demanding that we move with it. There’s no time to stop, no pause for repair, no moment of stillness where we can gently piece ourselves back together. The world doesn’t wait, even when we need it to. What makes this even harder is that no one really prepares us for it. As children, we grow up on a steady diet of stories filled with happy endings, tales of redemption and triumph where everything always falls into place. But adulthood strips away those comforting narratives. Instead, it reveals a harsh truth: survival isn’t glamorous or inspiring most of the time. It’s wearing a mask of strength when you’re falling apart inside. It’s showing up when all you want is to retreat. It’s choosing to move forward, step by painful step, when your heart begs for rest. And yet, we endure. That’s the miracle of being human—we endure. Somewhere in the depths of our pain, we find reserves of strength we didn’t know we possessed. We learn to hold space for ourselves, to be the comfort we crave, to whisper words of hope when no one else does. Over time, we realize that resilience isn’t loud or grandiose; it’s a quiet defiance, a refusal to let life’s weight crush us entirely. Yes, it’s messy. Yes, it’s exhausting. And yes, there are days when it feels almost impossible to take another step. But even then, we move forward. Each tiny step is proof of our resilience, a reminder that even in our darkest moments, we’re still fighting, still refusing to give up. That fight—that courage—is the quiet miracle of survival.

The love you have for the person who broke you is a reflection of what’s inside of you, not a reflection of them. It’s a reflection of how deep your love is and how deep your love can be. It's a reflection of how good of a person you really are, and how you are able to love unconditionally. The love you have for them is not a reflection of them or what you think they gave to you. Those beautiful feelings that you feel all exist within you. So remember this and know your worth, and don't ever settle for someone who's less than deserving of the light that is your love... 👉MS

You are not always strong every day, and that's okay. I know sometimes you feel so exhausted with your life and you just can't find the courage to fight for your silent battles. I know sometimes you think that life is being unfair to you and you just want to stop living. And I know sometimes you feel so weak that you don't even want to wake up every morning. I want you to know that it's okay. You don't have to force yourself to be strong when you're already falling apart. It's okay to be vulnerable sometimes. You don't have to make yourself believe that you're okay even when the truth is, you're far from being okay. You are not always strong every day, and that's okay. Sometimes you just have to breathe and rest. Take a pause for a while and be vulnerable. It's okay. Even the strongest person cries when he's tired. I want you to know that you don't have to hide all your fears and sadness just to look strong in front of everyone. It's okay not to be strong. It's okay to admit to yourself that you can't take it anymore. And someday, I hope you'll realize that whether you are strong or not, you are still worthy.

Sometimes, when everything gets too overwhelming, 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙤𝙛𝙛. I ignore the calls, let the messages sit unread, and retreat to a place where I can just be alone. It’s not about running away from anyone – it’s about giving myself space to breathe. There’s a strange comfort in stepping back from the world, letting myself sit in the quiet, and just feeling whatever I need to feel without explaining it to anyone. I think we all have days like that – when even the smallest noise feels like too much. So I let myself turn it all down. I take time to sort through my own thoughts, to just sit with what’s weighing on me. It’s not easy, but sometimes, facing it alone brings a kind of calm that nothing else can. And slowly, piece by piece, I find my way back to myself, a little stronger, a little clearer.

I hope you heal from all the wounds left unaddressed, the words left unspoken, and the apologies that never came. Carrying the weight of pain from those who walked away without acknowledging their impact on your heart is never easy. You deserve to find peace, even if it means doing so without the closure you hoped for. Forgiving the silence and the absence of accountability is a heavy burden, but I believe healing can begin within you, even without an apology. As you navigate this journey, remember that your worth is not defined by the actions or regrets of others. Take all the time you need to heal, to reclaim the pieces of yourself that were affected. You are stronger than the pain, and I hope you find the light that lies ahead.

I fought for it countless times before I finally let go. I tried to understand everything— over and over— even when it made no sense, until I could no longer hold on. Perhaps, after all the struggles, my heart simply grew tired of waiting. Then one day, I woke up and realized that I, too, deserve to be understood, to be fought for, and to be loved. ƳⰙꓴ 𐒄𐤠ƬƬƸⱤ ƬⰙⰙ

ƬƦЄЄ ƠƑ ԼƖƑЄ In life, we encounter three types of people, each playing a different role in our journey. Understanding who they are can help us value the right connections and let go of the ones that don’t serve us. The Leaf People These people are like leaves on a tree. They come into your life for a short season, bringing movement, change, or even excitement. But like leaves, they are fragile and unreliable. You can’t depend on them to stay when the wind blows too hard. They come to take what they need—attention, support, or opportunities—and then drift away once they've gotten what they want. Their purpose is fleeting, and while they might teach you valuable lessons in letting go, they’re not meant to stay. The Branch People Branch people are stronger than leaves. They seem dependable, and for a while, they may hold you up, giving the impression that they’re here for the long haul. But when the storms of life come, and things get too heavy, they may crack under pressure. They may genuinely care for you, but their strength has limits. They’ll be part of your life for a season, helping you grow, but when life gets tough, they may break away. Their departure isn’t always personal—it’s just that they’re not equipped to withstand life’s most trying times with you. The Root People Then there are the root people. These are the rare, invaluable connections that anchor your life. They don’t come and go with the seasons—they are steadfast, grounding you in love, loyalty, and support. Root people aren’t there for show; they don’t need recognition for what they do. They’re the ones who stay when things get hard, who nourish you when you’re at your lowest, and who see you for who you truly are. They don’t care about your status, your achievements, or your flaws—they love and support you unconditionally. Root people are your foundation. They give you the strength to grow, hold you steady through life’s storms, and are not swayed by external circumstances. They are the ones who will water your spirit when you feel parched, offering quiet, unwavering support. Cherish Your Roots While leaf and branch people teach us lessons and serve their purpose, it’s the root of people who truly matter. They’re the ones who’ll remain, no matter the season. Recognize them, appreciate them, and never take them for granted, because root people are life’s greatest blessings.

𝙉𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙇𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝘾𝙍𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉, 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝙎𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍. While you couldn't sleep, that person was sleeping with another one. While you were crying every night, that person was going to sleep peacefully. While you are waiting for that message, that one person was texting with another one. And he did all this without feeling guilty, not even worried about you The truth is that sometimes an apology isn't enough, not even an apology. Many times people feel bad just because they're discovered, not because they've hurt you or despised you. When you really love someone you're loyal front and behind his back. Forgive if you can, but if you can't forgive, don't do it. There are actions that do not deserve to be forgiven nor should be forgiven, nor lies, nor contempt, nor disrespect, nor unfaithfulness, nor betrayal. And if you have to cry do it, but then get up and keep going. That's the best and only revenge that doesn't hurt anyone.

When you hurt people with a good heart, you may not notice an immediate reaction. They won’t raise their voice, they won’t accuse you, and they won’t cause a scene. They will carry their pain in silence, remaining warm and compassionate, just as you’ve always known them. But deep down in their hearts, something changes. They begin to walk away, not out of revenge, but out of a clear acceptance of reality. Little by little, they create distance, leaving without dramatic goodbyes and without looking back. These are the people who trusted you completely and valued you sincerely. When their trust is betrayed, it doesn’t crumble suddenly; it gradually fades, leaving them with no choice but to protect their inner peace. They will remain kind and compassionate, but they will never look at you the same way again. Remember, the loss of a good soul is an irreversible loss. Appreciate them while they're there, because once they’re gone, they’re not coming back. 🧅

In the beginning of any relationship, everything seems perfect. There are sweet gestures, endless efforts, and it feels like a dream. But as time goes by, you start to see the sides of people they didn’t show before, their true nature, their priorities, and how they really treat you. And that’s not necessarily a bad thing! It’s during these times that you realize whether they are worth keeping in your life or not. Don’t be blind to the truth. If someone shows you who they truly are, especially if they repeatedly do things that hurt you, believe them. Don’t justify their behavior just because you want to hold on to the “perfect” person they were when you first met. Remember, love isn’t about finding someone perfect; it’s about choosing someone whose imperfections you can live with. But there’s a big difference between flaws and toxicity. If you’re not respected, loved properly, and given the effort you deserve, it might be time to ask yourself: “Is this really the person I want to spend my life with?” Be brave enough to walk away if you need to. Sometimes, letting go is the most loving thing you can do for yourself. And don’t be afraid to start over. As they say, the right one won’t make you question your worth. So here’s a reminder for you: Love yourself enough to know when to stay and when to walk away. You deserve someone who will show you their true self and make you feel safe and loved, not worn out and tired. Embrace the light within you, and let it guide you to the love you truly deserve.

“Whatever happens, stay alive. Don't die before you're dead. Don't lose yourself, don't lose hope, don't lose direction. Stay alive, with yourself, with every cell of your body, with every fiber of your skin. Stay alive, learn, study, think, read, build, invent, create, speak, write, dream, design. Stay alive, stay alive inside you, stay alive also outside, fill yourself with colors of the world, fill yourself with peace, fill yourself with hope. Stay alive with joy. There is only one thing you should not waste in life, and that's life itself...

Ernest Hemingway once said, “Ɨռ օʊʀ ɖǟʀӄɛֆȶ ʍօʍɛռȶֆ, աɛ ɖօռ’ȶ ռɛɛɖ ǟɖʋɨƈɛ.” What we truly need is the power of human connection: a quiet presence, a gentle touch, or the smallest gesture that reminds us we’re not alone. These acts of love and solidarity become the anchors that hold us steady when life feels overwhelming. Pain is a deeply personal burden, and difficulties are uniquely ours to face—but your silent presence tells me I don’t have to face them in isolation. It’s a quiet reminder that, no matter how lost I feel, I am still worthy of love and connection. Sometimes, words aren’t necessary; your silent support speaks louder than anything else. Love, in its purest form, has the power to help us rediscover ourselves, even when we’ve forgotten who we are. Let’s remember the importance of simply being there for one another.

Can I share something with you? Ƴoᥙ ᑯoᥒ’t ᖾᥲʋᥱ to ᑲᥱ ɩᥒ ᥲ ɾᥱꙆᥲtɩoᥒ⳽ᖾɩρ to ᑲᥱ ωᖾoꙆᥱ. I mean that with all my heart. I know society relentlessly pushes the idea on us, like a song on repeat, until you can’t escape it. Girls are told they’re only beautiful if someone desires them. Boys are taught they’re only real men if they’re in a relationship or sleeping with someone. And everyone, everywhere, is told they’re only lovable if they’re wanted by a romantic partner. But let me tell you this: a relationship won’t always make you happy. As incredible as romance can be, it’s not the only kind of love in this world—far from it. I’ve seen friendships so deep, so selfless, and so pure that they put many “forever” romances to shame. These friendships—the kind where someone knows your soul, stands by you in your darkest moments, and loves you for who you are—are too often dismissed as less important. Why? Because they’re not romantic. And yet, time and time again, I hear people say, “Nobody loves me,” just because they’re single. It breaks my heart. When you ask them about the love they already have—family, friends, mentors, even the unconditional love of a pet—they shrug it off, saying, “Well, that doesn’t count.” Of course, it counts. Why wouldn’t it? Love doesn’t lose its value just because it’s not tied to romance or physical attraction. If anything, isn’t it even more profound when someone loves you without expecting anything in return? When they love you not because they want something from you, but simply because they see you and care for you? We live in a world that glorifies romance but overlooks the quiet, steady loves that surround us every day. The friend who answers your calls at midnight. The parent who still checks in on you. The teacher who believed in you when you didn’t believe in yourself. The dog who greets you like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to them. That love is real. It is just as valuable, just as meaningful, as any romantic relationship ever could be.

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. They see you in ways no one else ever has, touch parts of your soul you didn’t even know existed, and make you feel understood in a world that rarely pauses to notice. But here’s the catch: once they’re gone, you’ll never find anyone quite like them again. In a world obsessed with speed and disposability, we’ve been taught to believe that everything—and everyone—is replaceable. Break it? Buy another. Lose someone? Move on. There’s always something newer, better, waiting just around the corner—or so we’re told. But the truth is, some people are once-in-a-lifetime. Their presence, their laughter, the way they make you feel at home—these are things you can never replicate, no matter how many new faces come into your life. The tragedy is, we often don’t realize their value until it’s too late. We hurt the people who mean the most to us—sometimes out of selfishness, sometimes out of pride, and sometimes simply because we think they’ll always be there. We say things in anger, or worse, we say nothing at all, letting distance creep in like a shadow. We assume we’ll have time to fix it, that they’ll understand, that they’ll wait. But not everyone does. Some people walk away quietly. They carry their hurt without making a scene, leaving behind a silence that speaks louder than words ever could. And when they’re gone, you’ll feel it. The emptiness they leave behind is unlike any other. You’ll search for them in others, hoping to find their magic in a new face, a new voice—but you won’t. No one else will ever shine quite the same way they did. The hardest part? It’s not just losing them—it’s knowing that you could have done more. That a careless word, a moment of neglect, or a failure to show gratitude pushed them away. Relationships are fragile, like the finest glass, and once broken, no amount of regret can make them whole again. So, be careful with the hearts you touch. Handle them with kindness and care, especially those who bring light into your life. Speak with intention, act with love, and never take them for granted. The rarest connections are also the most delicate. When they’re gone, no substitute will ever fill the space they leave behind. Some people are irreplaceable. If you’re lucky enough to find one, don’t let them slip away.

Ernest Hemingway once said, “Ʈᖾᥱ ຕo⳽t ᑲᥱᥲᥙtɩƒᥙꙆ ρᥱoρꙆᥱ ωᥱ ᥱᥒᥴoᥙᥒtᥱɾ ɩᥒ Ꙇɩƒᥱ ᥲɾᥱ oƒtᥱᥒ tᖾo⳽ᥱ ωᖾo ᖾᥲʋᥱ ωᥲꙆƙᥱᑯ tᖾɾoᥙɠᖾ ƒɩɾᥱ.” They’ve faced defeat, endured pain, struggled with hardship, and experienced loss in ways that most of us can scarcely comprehend. Yet, it is through these trials that their true beauty emerges—not the kind that can be seen on the surface, but the kind that radiates from deep within. These individuals have mastered the delicate art of resilience. They know what it’s like to be broken, to feel lost, and to question everything they once believed. Despite the weight of their struggles, they rise again, emerging stronger and more empathetic. It is this journey through darkness that shapes their hearts with unparalleled sensitivity. Having experienced suffering, they possess an extraordinary capacity for compassion. Their beauty is not about how they look but about how they make others feel. It’s a quiet yet powerful presence that brings warmth and healing. They’ve learned to understand life on a deeper level, seeing the world not just with their eyes but with their hearts. Their understanding of human pain allows them to connect with others in a way that feels genuine, raw, and deeply comforting. They listen without judgment, offer support without expectation, and extend kindness without restraint. What makes these people so special is that they have walked through their own storms and emerged with an appreciation for life that many who haven’t faced adversity might lack. It’s a gentle strength that comes from understanding that everything is temporary and that every struggle holds a lesson. Their hearts are filled with love—not only for those around them but for themselves—a love forged in the fire of their experiences. Beauty like this doesn’t happen by chance. It is born from enduring the hardest parts of life and choosing, again and again, to move forward with an open heart. It’s a choice to see the good, even when things seem impossible. The most beautiful people aren’t simply lucky or gifted; they’ve faced the worst and found a way to rise above it, transforming their scars into strength and offering that strength to others. So, when you encounter someone with this kind of beauty—someone whose spirit shines through their words and actions—remember that their light is born from their struggles. They’ve walked through the dark and emerged with a heart that knows love, kindness, and true compassion. That’s a beauty that cannot be bought or imitated. It is earned, hard-won, and absolutely priceless. What does true beauty mean to you? How do you see it manifest in the people you admire most?

𝙍𝙐𝙇𝙀𝙎 𝙏𝙊 𝘼 𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙔 & 𝙎𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙀. 1. Speak less and listen more. And when you have something to say, mean it and people will be eager to hear you talk. 2. Never argue with people on subjects like religion, politics, and controversies. You can just agree with them or ignore them and go away. If you wish to argue with them on those subjects, they will drag you to mud. 3. Think before you speak. Rushing to say something without thinking about it first can result in saying something you will regret later. 4. Be humble and polite to others. No matter how they treat you. In the future, they will regret it. 5. Control your emotions. You need to keep their emotions in the backseat while letting logic drive the car. 6. Do not reveal your next move to anyone. No one can attack what they don’t know. 7. Don't speak about yourself. Resist shifting the focus to you. 8. Always make eye contact and be confident while talking to others. Maintain eye contact for 50 percent of the time while speaking and 70% of the time while listening. 9. Don't ever try to copy someone. Be unique. 10. Do not start something you cannot offer full dedication. 11. Silence is the best answer to h@ters. Stop feeding them with the attention they need. 12. Train yourself for the ability to come up with great opinions. Be very analytical and this will help you see things differently. Have the reasons why you do things the way you do. Be free to see things in your own unique way. 13. Don't follow the mob/crowd blindly. Always take decisions based on facts and logic. Be bold enough to choose your path. 14. Avoid the dramas of the world. When it comes to drama and manipulation, avoid it like a plague. 15. Don't hesitate to ask meaningful questions. It shows that you are paying attention as well as being interested in the conversation. 16. Don't always be available for others. Always available equals to being easily abused. 17. Keep yourself engaged in something. Be Dynamic. Never try to remain the same and become forever revolving. Warning! Being enigmatic doesn’t mean everyone would like you. Be ready to be h@ted by many, but note that enigmatic people either address it and move on to other things.

𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 ㄚㄖㄩ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙? It's easier for them to paint you as the villain than to confront their own mistakes or take responsibility for their actions. By placing the blame on you they create a convenient distraction from the truth they've been avoiding. But no matter how much they deflect or shift the narrative it doesn't change the reality of their behavior. Their actions are a reflection of their own inner struggles and insecurities, not a measure of your worth or who you are. You don't have to carry the weight of their unresolved issues. Those belong to them, not you." Yes, always remember that when someone struggles to acknowledge their own faults, they often resort to shifting blame onto others, painting them as the problem rather than facing their own shortcomings. By casting you as the antagonist, they evade the discomfort of confronting their mistakes or owning up to their actions. This tactic serves as a convenient distraction from the truths they seek to avoid. Despite their attempts to deflect or distort the narrative, the reality of their behavior remains unchanged. Their actions stem from their internal battles and insecurities, reflecting their struggles rather than defining your value or identity. You need not bear the burden of their unresolved issues; those burdens belong solely to them, not to you.

There are moments in life when we stand at the edge of our dreams, 𝘂𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽. The path ahead seems unclear, filled with challenges we don’t yet understand. But deep inside, there’s a quiet voice that says, I don’t know how, but I will. It’s not about having all the answers or knowing every detail of the journey. It’s about believing that somehow, someway, we’ll figure it out. We may stumble, face doubts, and even feel like giving up, but what truly matters is the determination to keep going. Every great achievement starts with uncertainty. No one has it all figured out from the beginning. The key is to take that first step, to trust that learning and growth will follow. With patience, effort, and faith, what once seemed impossible slowly becomes reality. So even when the road is tough, when doubts creep in, remind yourself: I don’t know how, but I will. Because with courage and persistence, you’ll always find a way.

I THINK IT'S BRAVE I think it's brave that you get up in the morning even if your soul is weary and your bones ache for a rest I think it's brave that you keep on living even if you don't know how to anymore. I think it's brave that you push away the waves rolling in every day and you decide to fight I know there are days when you feel like giving up but I think it's brave that you never do. •••••••••••••• Change💃 When a photographer can't change a scene, he changes his angle and lens to capture the best of that scene. Similarly, when you can't change a situation in your life, change your perspective and mindset to get the best out of that situation. ••••••••••••Aim for Contentment💜 The real luxury is being able to have slow mornings. No alarms. No rushing to go to work. No need to hurry up drinking your coffee. You naturally wake up after 8 hours of sleep, you take a long warm shower, you pray, you lotion your body gently, you put on your silk robe, you drink your coffee in peace while listening to the birds sing. And then you're ready to start your day. That's what will always make me feel rich.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗙𝗼𝗼𝗹𝘀 – 𝗔𝗿𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 Argument is essentially the wealth of fools. The greatest strength of an argument lies in a loud voice. Those who possess a booming voice and the ability to hurl insults and accusations are often the ones who emerge victorious in arguments. Thus, baseless arguments can aptly be called quarrels. "Never argue with fools. They will drag you down to their level and defeat you with their experience in arguing." Yes, you are bound to lose an argument with fools because education and decency prevent you from being quarrelsome. You lack the inclination to shout and scream, let alone insult others. Hence, you may lose an argument, but not in logic. There are two types of people who engage in arguments: 1. The uneducated, whose arguments are merely quarrels. 2. The educated, whose arguments are often driven by opportunism. Both categories are foolish. However, there’s a third type—a newly affluent group whose arguments stem from arrogance. --- Once, a donkey and a fox started quarreling in the forest. Donkey: The color of the grass is yellow! Fox: No, the grass is green! When the debate escalated, they went to the king of the forest, the lion, for judgment. The lion ordered the fox to be imprisoned for a full month and set the donkey free. The fox questioned the lion: “What kind of justice is this, Your Majesty? Isn’t the grass green?” The lion replied: “The grass is indeed green. However, I ordered your imprisonment because you argued with a donkey.” (This is a fictional story from Russia.) Therefore, not every argument is worth engaging in. --- So, how necessary is an argument? Only if it reflects thoughtful reasoning. Otherwise, it becomes nothing more than a colossal waste of time and effort.

JUST TO BE "𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋" Albert Camus, a prominent French philosopher, offers a profound observation in the quote, “𝗡𝗼𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗴𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹.” This statement highlights the hidden struggles individuals face to conform to societal expectations. In a world where "normal" is often equated with blending in, those who feel different may spend enormous energy masking their true selves. This can range from suppressing emotions, battling insecurities, or adapting to norms that feel foreign. For people struggling with mental health challenges, neurodivergence, or feelings of otherness, the act of appearing "normal" is not just an expectation but an exhausting daily effort. Society, at times, rewards conformity while stigmatizing uniqueness, making it even harder for these individuals to embrace their differences. This idea resonates deeply in today’s era, where the pressure of social media and rigid standards amplify the demand for perfection. Camus’ words invite us to reconsider the meaning of normalcy and the costs associated with pursuing it. It’s a reminder to cultivate empathy and to see beyond surface appearances. Recognizing that everyone is fighting unseen battles allows for a more inclusive society, one where authenticity is valued over conformity. Camus urges us not only to reflect on the struggles of others but also to challenge the notion of "normal" itself, advocating instead for a celebration of individual differences and inner strength.

I'm better this way, alone but safe. I don't fear getting hurt or someone leaving me. I have come out of that phase now, and I'm happy that I did. Many people are still there, but not me, not anymore. I'm good here, happy with my things, my choices, my favourites. I don't have to worry about anyone else's favourite or choice. Nobody controls my life here, nor do I try to control or change it for someone else. I have no pressure of figuring things out for them. Everybody has their life, so they should take their responsibility. Why do they wish or expect someone else to do things because they want? They should do it themselves. Just like I'm doing everything myself. I cook my own food, I bring myself coffee, and I set up a cosy and beautiful corner just to sit there and do my favourite things like reading, painting, or writing. Or sometimes I just stay there, doing nothing. And there is no one to get bothered by this. I've come beyond the expectations. This feeling of living with freedom is something else; no love can provide it except self-love. I'm starting with it by accepting my habits and expecting no one to accept them. I'm better this way. ❤️

Julia Roberts once said: "When people bring you down enough, it seeps into the cracks of your self-esteem, and before long, you may find yourself judging your own worth. Words, especially negative ones, are like seeds—heard enough, they begin to dissolve, shaping the way you see yourself. It’s all too easy to let their voices drown out your own until you believe their opinions hold more truth than your own understanding of yourself. But here’s the truth: no one else can define who you are or what you’re worth. You are more than their judgments, more than their passing criticisms. You carry a power that may be hidden right now, but it’s there, waiting for you to reclaim it. Every time someone tries to bring you down, take it as a reminder not of your limitations, but of the resilience you have to rise above. You are not a product of other people’s opinions; you are a product of your own dreams, your own efforts, and your own beliefs. So when negativity comes your way, your peace has the power to filter it out, to let go of what doesn’t serve you, and to hold on tight to the truth that empowers you. Stand tall, trust the voice that knows your worth, and never stop choosing self-love over self-doubt. You are not who they say you are; you are who you decide you are. How do you protect your self-worth when someone tries to bring you down or make you doubt yourself?"

THE LAST MEETING THEORY There is a theory called ‘The Last Meeting’. It suggests that when you and another soul have fulfilled your purpose in each other’s lives—when you’ve exchanged the lessons meant for you—life moves you both in different directions. The universe will make sure that your paths never cross again. And even if you share the same friends, live in the same city or walk the same streets, you will never collide. It’s a quiet kind of goodbye where no words are spoken, where the love and history remain, but your roads no longer meet. Every connection, no matter how beautiful or painful, serves its higher purpose. And once that purpose is met, life moves forward—exactly as it’s meant to.

“Sadness is caused by intelligence. The more you understand certain things, the more you wish you didn't understand them.” (Charles Bukowski) A certain level of sadness is often a byproduct of empathy and understanding; the deeper our comprehension of the world's complexities, the more acutely we may feel its suffering. This poignant awareness of life's inherent fragility and the pain experienced by ourselves and others can lead to moments of sorrow. However, this capacity for profound understanding is also a source of great strength and compassion. It fuels our desire to make a positive impact, to alleviate suffering, and to build a more compassionate world. The very intelligence that allows us to feel sadness also empowers us to find meaning, purpose, and ultimately, hope, in the face of life's challenges.

Betrayal doesn’t come from enemies,it comes from those we trust, those we love, those we never thought capable of hurting us. It’s a knife that cuts deep, not just through the skin but through the heart, through the soul. And the worst part? It’s not the act itself but the realization that the person you once held dear was willing to let you break. You replay the moments in your head, wondering if there were signs you missed. Were their smiles ever real? Did their words ever hold truth? You question everything, including yourself. How could you have been so blind? How could they have been so cruel? But here’s what betrayal doesn’t do: it doesn’t end you. It breaks something inside, yes, but in that breaking, you find yourself. You learn that your heart still beats, even with the weight of disappointment. You discover that your worth was never in their hands to begin with. So, cry if you need to. Scream if you must. But don’t stay in the pain they left you with. Stand up, walk away, and remember...betrayal is not the end of your story. It’s just the part where you learn who truly deserves to be in the next chapter. THAT'S WHY IT IS BETRAYAL