“God doesn’t play dice,”
yet our lives keep rolling on.
Fate arranges meetings like, constellations we don’t choose.
Some souls arrive to stay, others, only to teach us goodbye.
We forget not because they were small,
but because time asks us to.
Memory keeps the gentle ones,
like pressed flowers in the heart.
Moving forward is not betrayal,
but obedience to becoming.
And growth is learning when to hold on,
and when to let go.
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 12:14 AM UTC
“God doesn’t play dice,”
yet our lives keep rolling on.
Fate arranges meetings like, constellations we don’t choose.
Some souls arrive to stay, others, only to teach us goodbye.
We forget not because they were small,
but because time asks us to.
Memory keeps the gentle ones,
like pressed flowers in the heart.
Moving forward is not betrayal,
but obedience to becoming.
And growth is learning when to hold on,
and when to let go.
