Nothing stays the same.

Time touches everything
our hearts, our memories,
the people we love.

To break is to have truly lived.

What is mended carries more weight
than what was never touched.

Scars aren’t failures.
They are proof of endurance,
of having felt deeply,
of having kept going.

To live is to be shaped and broken,
over and over again,
to carry the marks of what moves us,
and to see the quiet, sometimes harsh beauty in it all.