What are you doing with the minutes and hours of this life? What are you making of yourself as the days fly away, as the months pass by?
Does there exist any genuine, true comfort in this world?
The castle to whose building I have dedicated my life, that I loved so much, on which I depended for shelter – when it suddenly collapses under my fingers at the slightest touch, now I have a choice.
An act of pure generosity is surprisingly rare, and not as “easy” as one might think
Proper self love, or self-care, is not about treating yourself to a massage, or your daily fancy coffee.