I crossed a birthday last month. Joy is getting harder and harder to know.
Light. It’s an idea I’ve yet to wrap my head around, a word I’m still to learn to spell right, a reality that I still don’t entirely fathom.
Who has time to regret the past when a lesson can be gleaned for the future? FOMO life doesn’t allow for regrets.
I like the word ‘abundance’. It signifies so much more than wealth or any other kind of material possession.