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Identified Apr 5
Maybe he wasn’t the best dad,
but I’m grateful mine
was better than his.

And I…
I’ll be a better father than mine,
because cycles don’t break with blame—
they break with love and awareness.
Identified Apr 4
"Don't let what others see matter to you,
but how you see yourself."
Identified Apr 4
Today, you can rest,
leave that battle for tomorrow.

Tomorrow will be a fresh start,
for the same fight.

Rest today, soldier,
it’s okay to feel tired.

It’s alright if today you can’t give more,
the universe will lend a hand.

Tomorrow, we’ll have new weapons,
new ideas, new energy.

Some days, you might feel weak,
some days, you might need to stop.

Sometimes, stopping is also part of the fight.
  Apr 3 Identified
Lizzie Bevis
Some doors are meant to stay unopened,
Some questions left silent in the air,
Some chapters end without conclusion,
Some paths often lead to nowhere.

Not every story needs an ending,
Not every wound needs words to heal,
Not every heart requires mending,
Not every truth needs a big reveal.

There's wisdom in quietly leaving,
There’s grace in letting mysteries be,
There’s peace in simply believing
That what must flow will find the sea.

So loosen your grip on expectations,
Release the need to understand,
Accept the silent explanations,
Because it is not a part of your plan.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Identified Apr 3
“If there is no adventure, there is no anecdote.”
Identified Apr 3
Some of us want to flow,
like water,
on a quiet afternoon, at midday.

But we forget
that in the river,
there are rushing rapids and gentle pools.
Sweet curves,
flat bends,
with unexpected obstacles
that stir up small turbulences,
yet it kisses every stone.

It has no control,
no expectations,
it just flows, with the moon as its witness.

It lingers in whirlpools,
some evenings,
only to find its course again by morning.

It flows, leaving behind romances,
mountains, and beautiful memories.

The river flows with purpose,
caressing its shores.

The river flows without expecting anything,
giving the best of itself.

It is energy,
it is life,
it is like life itself,
in its most tender and serene form.
Identified Apr 2
“I have lived three 30-year lives”
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