"Life is a myriad of twists and turns. Its incredible in all its incandescent beauty.

The good and the bad.

To go through something in life is never an easy task. We learn our strength is beyond comparison. We are pushed to the brim of what we believe we are capable of only to realize each & every time that it is more than we ever thought possible.

In all the lessons, the biggest one to hold onto seems to be that you are your best companion throughout it all. You can look back and smile, hold your hand through it all and know you are truly beautiful in that you have survived everything you’ve been through. That you are a being who is worthy of good things, continuously finding new paths for growth and becoming the best version of yourself.

In believing this as fact, in building trust, This is when you start to learn at the end of the day that you are safe. You are seen, and heard. Appreciated for all you are.

Every corner of you."

When I was younger, I saw 30-somethings sitting at coffee shops and thought they must be so happy now that they're older and have their lives together. Now I'm nearly 30 and I see that life doesn't slow down and fall into place just because you're old enough. Being older just means that you have to make time to stop and enjoy that coffee.

People severely underestimate the impact they make just by existing. there’s this weird idea that in order to matter or be remembered, one has to “do” something. There’s never a specified thing one has to do, but it always has to be paradoxically more than what the person has already accomplished. there’s this notion that if the boxes are not ticked, everything has been for naught. You wasted your time. It wouldn’t matter if you weren’t alive anymore.

But it would matter. you can never know the amount of influence or impact you’ve made on another person, or what it really meant to them. you’ll never know if the smile you made in passing to that stranger on the bus made their day. you’re never going to know who’s going to remember you or tell stories about you, for the smallest reason. you’re never going to really know if something you said to someone changed their life for the better. you can’t fathom how significant incidental things can be.

And the people who love you, love you. there is no requirement of major labor on your part for them to care about you. you don’t have to “prove” yourself – the mark is there. indelible. when people love you – genuinely love you – there’s no need for a constant battle to prove your worthiness to them. you’ve never had to in the first place. presence is enough.

And if for some reason, one day, you went missing, your absence would be noticed. it would matter. because you were a part of something – whether it was big or small – and no one can take that place. no one can be you. you, in the span of the rest of our collective existences, will never happen again.

the most momentous thing you’ve ever done is occur.

Small things to enjoy :

handwritten letters

butterflies

forehead kisses

the leaves changing colour

bubble baths

dandelion wishes

secret handshakes

rainbows

petting a dog

long hugs

road trip stops

warm towels

soft blankets.