and sometimes against all odds, against all logic, we hope.

The peace of not knowing everything.

peace

I bet wind feels so nice for trees

i really want to wake up in the dolomites soon, just me, a backpack, a couple of books, and time. no rush, no plans. just walking, reading, and taking in how unreal this world can be.

i have a theory that the gap between where you are and where you want to be is mostly just courage.

if you have a window that gets afternoon light, please sit in it. just once. with nothing in your hands. that light traveled 93 million miles specifically to find you.

I knew there’s a connection between this me and the trees I often talk to.

earth's melody

it’s okay to slow down

if you ever find a coffee shop where nobody knows your name and the music is just right, become a regular. you have found a sacred place.

read books before watching movies based on’em. there no way a movie justifies a 500 page long book.

i want you all to read this. and then, pull yourself up, get back to your life.

my will to read books is nowhere to be found. but deep down I know, if I decide I’d end up reading 5 books over a weekend.

I’ve been this guy for a good time.

you gotta always move forward. there’s no other option, your life is your responsibility, and you owe it to yourself to see how good it gets.

my ultimate delusion is that i will win. not maybe, not someday, not if things go right. i will win, it’s a certainty. and there’s nothing in this world strong enough to convince me otherwise.

get up, move mountains, make that dream happen. please make yourself happy again.

days of our lives.