I’ve always believed in quality over quantity , in every aspect of life.

In my diet, I don’t indulge for the sake of it. I choose food that fuels, heals, and sustains.

In friendship, I don’t seek to be surrounded. One or two people who truly understand me are enough.

In conversations, I no longer feel the need to fill silence. I speak when it adds value , not just sound.

In my routine, I don’t chase perfection. I build small, consistent habits that bring balance and peace.

In my goals, I’m no longer driven by comparison. I focus on what aligns with my values, not what looks impressive from the outside.

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Sitting by the window, I watched the first drops kiss the earth, soft and slow, like a forgotten lullaby returning home. The scent rose up warm, sweet, and full of life wrapping around me like a comforting memory. The soil breathed again, and so did I. Trees danced gently in the breeze, and the world outside shimmered with a quiet kind of joy. It wasn’t just rain ,it was a feeling, a freshness that reached the soul. In that moment, nothing else mattered. The fragrance of rain told me that beginnings are beautiful, and even the clouds come only to bless the earth with peace❤️🌧️☺️

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Expecting something
From expectations is the real
cause of heart break and sorrow. Nothing more.
Once you know that truth,
from that moment stop expecting.

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What if we were born into a world with no edges?
No lines drawn between right and wrong,
No rules whispered by others’ doubts,
No mirrors held up for approval.

What if we do not know about fears?
What if we never know about comparison?
What if we never know what imperfections are?
What if we never know what a lie is?

Then maybe,
We would run without looking back,
Speak without weighing every word,
Laugh without checking who’s listening,
And cry without hiding our faces.

Maybe we’d see the world not as broken,
But as a mosaic of meaning.
Maybe we'd love without a trace of fear,
And live with hearts that never learned to break.

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"We just don't love because we love someone,
We love them for the way they exist,
the way they breathe, the way they simply are"

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Some people write with ink,
but you write with wonder.
You paint with words,
and your thoughts leave trails of light🤗

Your name fits you perfectly
Zeal isn’t just something you have,
it’s something you are.
You move through life with purpose,
with a heart full of fire
and a mind that sees stories in silence.


So today, I hope the universe wraps you
in all the magic you give to others💕
with moments that surprise you,
words that uplift you,
and love that grounds you.🥰😘

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If I have to define love
Presence of him is like daily sunrise
Absence of him is like daily sunset
Yet everything remains the same❤️💕

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Oh, my dear heart,
the one that's truly mine,
to whisper, "My heart is yours,"
feels like a betrayal to you.
Surrendering you to someone else
only leaves you bruised
worn by expectations and the weight of care.

Oh, my dear heart,
gifted by God, nestled within me,
I hold you with tender hands,
and you, in return,
fill me with happiness without needing a reason.

Oh, my dear heart,
how tirelessly you serve me every second ?
pumping blood through these veins,
delivering life,
carrying oxygen and hope,
while quietly sweeping away all that burdens me.

You are this loyal to me?
How could I ever give your place to someone else?
Wouldn’t that be the greatest unfairness?
People offer their hearts so easily,
forgetting the silent devotion beating within them,
while the heart asks for nothing,
but gives them life.

Oh, my dear heart,
how much pain you endure,
yet never once do you falter,
never once do you abandon your duty.

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One day I want to write
about imperfections
of the past in perfection.
One day I want to write
about bad memories into
good turned ones.
One day I want to eat an
imperfect dish in the perfect
way made by me,
One day i want to acknowledge
my past flaws with
today's good one.
One day i want to keep
my runny thoughts
into one truth,
Someday i want to run
with free mind.

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How do we do it? How do we wake up with the weight of yesterday still pressing on our chest and still choose to try again?But there's a strange kind of beauty in the way we keep moving, isn’t there?

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