We spend so much of life trying to hold on. To moments, to people, to the things that make us feel alive. But everything we love is fleeting. Sunsets disappear into night. Laughter dissolves into silence. Even the brightest days slip into memory, no matter how tightly we try to grasp them.But maybe that is what makes them beautiful. Maybe things are not meant to last forever. Maybe their temporary nature is not a flaw, but the very thing that gives them meaning. A flower that never wilted would not remind us to stop and admire it. A song that never ended would lose the power to move us.The impermanence of life is not something to resist .. what i feel is that, it is something to embrace. Because what fades teaches us presence. It reminds us to cherish, to notice, to love without hesitation. The fleeting nature of things does not make them any less real. If anything, it makes them more precious.So let life be what it is .. beautiful, fleeting, ever-changing. Do not fear what fades. Instead, let it teach you to be fully here, fully present, before it slips away. Because in the end, the fact that it does not last forever is exactly what makes it matter.
Tag: Wisdom
the light that finds us
Not all light arrives in grand ways. Sometimes, it does not come as a sunrise, bright and undeniable. Sometimes, it comes softly .. filtered through the cracks, slipping in unnoticed, touching us in ways we only recognize later.We often think of light as something we must chase, something we must earn. But light has a way of finding us, even in the darkest corners, even when we are not looking for it. A kind word on a difficult day. A song that plays at the right moment. The quiet comfort of knowing that the night will not last forever.Even in moments of uncertainty, light is never truly absent. It hides in the smallest things .. a flicker of hope, a memory that warms us, the simple act of breathing through the heaviness. Sometimes, we mistake darkness for permanence when, in reality, it is just a pause before something shifts.You do not have to force the light. You do not have to chase it relentlessly. Just hold on. Keep going. And trust that, in time, light will find you—exactly when you need it most.
when it’s meant to be yours
We are always waiting for something. For answers, for change, for a sign that we are on the right path. We wait for the next chapter, the next opportunity, the next version of ourselves that feels more complete. But waiting is not just the space between where we are and where we want to be .. it is a lesson in itself. The world tells us to rush, to chase, to make things happen. But some things unfold only in their own time. A flower does not bloom because we demand it to. The tide does not rise any faster because we are impatient. There is a rhythm to life that cannot be forced, and some of the most beautiful things arrive only when we have the patience to receive them. Waiting is not wasted time. It is the space where we grow, where we prepare, where we become the person who will be ready when the moment finally comes. It teaches us stillness, trust, and the quiet art of allowing. So if you are in a season of waiting, do not fight it. Breathe in the slowness, embrace the unknown. Not everything needs to happen now. Some things take time..and time will bring them when they are meant to be yours.
gentle, but impactful
Not all change arrives with noise. Not all impact is grand. Sometimes, the most powerful things are the smallest.. the quiet moments, the unnoticed gestures, the fleeting kindness that lingers long after it is given. A single word of encouragement at the right moment. A smile exchanged between strangers. The warmth of someone remembering your name. These things do not make headlines, yet they shape the world in ways we rarely see. We often wait for big moments to feel like we are making a difference, but what if it is the small things that matter most? What if real change happens in whispers, in ripples, in gestures so gentle they are almost invisible? A drop of water does not break a rock in an instant, but over time, it carves through stone. A single seed does not become a tree overnight, but with patience, it grows into something vast and sheltering. Every small act, every quiet kindness, is a seed planted in the unseen corners of the world. So do not underestimate the power of small things. Speak the kind word. Send the message. Hold the door open. Be present. These moments may seem insignificant, but somewhere, in ways you may never witness, they are leaving a mark. And perhaps, in the end, the small things were never small at all.
spaces between moments
Life is not just the milestones, the turning points, the moments we mark as significant. It is also found in the spaces between them.. the pauses, the waiting, the unnoticed stretches of time where nothing remarkable seems to happen.We rush through these in-between moments, eager for what comes next, measuring our days by what we accomplish, what we check off the list. But could it be that these quiet spaces hold just as much meaning? What if the way light shifts through the window, the sound of distant laughter, or the simple act of breathing in the present is just as important?The world tells us to chase, to move, to always be becoming. But life is not just about what’s ahead. It is about what is now. The waiting is not empty. The stillness is not wasted. These spaces .. these quiet, ordinary pauses .. are where we gather ourselves, where we find clarity, where life gently unfolds without demand.So be here. In this moment, in this breath, in this unnoticed space between where you were and where you are going. Let it be enough. Let it be life.
what do we carry
We all carry something. Some burdens are visible .. etched into tired eyes, woven into conversations left unfinished. Others are invisible, tucked away in quiet corners of the heart, known only to the ones who bear them.We carry memories .. some warm, like sunlight filtering through leaves; others heavy, pressing against the ribs like an ache that never fully fades. We carry words .. things said to us long ago that still echo, shaping the way we see ourselves. We carry dreams .. some we chase, some we have quietly set down, unsure if we will ever pick them up again.Not all burdens need to be carried forever. Some weights we hold onto out of habit, not necessity. Some sorrows stay with us not because they belong, but because we have never allowed ourselves to put them down.What if we loosened our grip? What if we let go of the guilt, the expectations, the old versions of ourselves that no longer fit? What if we carried only what nourishes us.. love, hope, kindness?Not everything needs to be held. Some things are meant to be set free. And in learning what to carry and what to release, we lighten our steps, making room for what was always meant to be ours.
fragile bridge between holding on and letting go
Life is a delicate balance between holding on and letting go. We cling to memories, to people, to moments that made us feel alive. We grip tightly, as if our grasp alone could preserve what was, as if time could be halted by sheer will. But life is not meant to be held still. It moves, shifts, unfolds.There is an art to knowing when to hold on … to a dream not yet realized, to a love worth fighting for, to a kindness that still needs a home. But there is also wisdom in knowing when to release…when a season has run its course, when a chapter has closed, when a weight is no longer ours to carry.Letting go is not loss; it is trust. It is believing that what is meant for us will find us again in another form, that empty hands make room for something new. It is understanding that not everything is ours to keep, and that some things shine brightest only when they are free.So we learn. We learn when to tighten our grip and when to loosen it. When to fight and when to surrender. When to hold a moment close and when to set it adrift.And in between the holding and the letting go, we find life..not in possession, but in the gentle, fleeting, breathtaking act of experiencing it.
the echo of forgotten days
Some days slip through the cracks of memory, dissolving into the quiet folds of time. They leave no mark, no lingering emotion, no defining moment to cling to. Just a faint blur, like a face seen in passing, familiar yet unreachable. Not every day is meant to be remembered, and yet, there is something sacred in the ones we forget.We chase significance, believing only the remarkable is worth holding on to. The grand milestones, the triumphs, the losses..we etch them deep into our minds, turning them into the architecture of our identity. But what of the in-between days? The ones that pass unnoticed, soft as a sigh?There is a quiet grace in the ordinary, in the moments that do not demand attention. The sunlight pooling on the floor, the hum of distant traffic, the warmth of a familiar chair. The way your fingers absentmindedly trace the rim of a coffee cup. The way your breath slows, unnoticed, as you read the same line in a book twice.These forgotten days are not wasted. They are the spaces between notes, the pauses that give rhythm to a song. They do not need to be remarkable to be meaningful. Perhaps their purpose is simply to be lived..without expectation, without demand, without the burden of memory.And maybe, just maybe, it is in these quiet, unmarked days that we are most ourselves.
the quiet between words
Not every silence needs to be filled. In conversations, in solitude, in the quiet moments between thoughts..there is a space where meaning lingers, where understanding is formed not through words but through presence. A pause between sentences carries the weight of emotions unspoken, just as the spaces between notes give music its soul.We are conditioned to respond, to explain, to contribute. Have you thought of the perspective, wherein, instead of rushing to fill the gaps, we allowed them to exist? What if we let silence settle like dust in a sunlit room, revealing the depth of things unseen? Some truths unfold not in speech, but in the hush of a knowing glance, a patient nod, a shared moment of stillness.Silence does not imply absence. It is not a void to be avoided, but a canvas where thoughts can breathe. The world often measures wisdom by the weight of words spoken, but perhaps it is the restraint, the ability to hold space for another, that speaks the loudest.When someone shares their heart, resist the impulse to reply with stories of your own. Do not rush to solve, to analyze, to advise. Instead, let your silence become a sanctuary..a place where their words can land softly, where their emotions can settle without fear of interruption.In a world that moves too fast, where voices overlap and understanding is often lost in the noise, maybe the greatest gift we can offer is simple: the quiet between words. Have a great day ahead. Thank you very much for your glance on my works : )
mind in service to heart
Your mindset shapes everything. The way you see the world influences how it unfolds in front of you. When you approach the day with confidence, positivity, and the belief that you are capable of handling whatever comes your way, you’re not just reacting to life—you’re creating it. The energy you bring becomes the energy you attract.
Telling yourself, “I’ve got this,” or “Today is going to be great,” isn’t just optimism—it’s a decision. It’s a choice to step into the day with purpose and kindness, no matter the circumstances. This shift doesn’t just transform how you feel. It ripples outward, affecting how others feel in your presence. Your confidence inspires, your kindness uplifts, and your energy sets the tone for those around you.
The beauty of mindset is that it’s something you can adjust in real time. If the day starts rough, you can pause, breathe, and decide to reset. You are in control of how you respond, how you perceive, and how you show up. And when you lead with kindness—not just toward others but toward yourself—you create a world where both you and those around you thrive.
Every thought you choose is a step toward the life you want to live. Make those steps powerful. Make them kind. And watch how your mindset changes not only your world but the worlds of everyone you touch.