Jun 13
🕊️
I miss who I was
softer,
simpler,
a little lost…
But somehow more at peace.
Not wiser,
just lighter.
And peace, it turns out,
is the rarest kind of wisdom.
🕊️
I miss who I was
softer,
simpler,
a little lost…
But somehow more at peace.
Not wiser,
just lighter.
And peace, it turns out,
is the rarest kind of wisdom.
🕊️
Growth often costs us the gentleness we once had. But in quiet moments, we grieve that softness - not for its weakness, but for its peace.
