Not necessarily the person you wereten years ago,but maybe some little thingsyou used to have more time for. The things you didjust because they made you happy.The afternoons that felt longer.The moments when you weren’t thinkingabout what came next. Then life moves on. Years p
How many times have we looked at ourselvesand thought we needed to change? To be less sensitive.Less afraid.More confident.More like the peoplewho seem to know exactly what they’re doing. We call it becoming stronger. But sometimeswe’re not becoming stronger. We’re just bec
Maybe we make it harderthan it needs to be. We often expect peopleto see things the way we do.To react the way we would.To understand what we meanwithout us having to explain it. But we are not made the same. We have different values,different backgrounds,different experiences,di
How many times did you hold your phoneand never make the call? How many messagesdid you write and never send? How many timesdid you want to say something but stayed quiet?How many things did you walk away frombefore they even had a chance to happen? Maybe you were afraid they wou
Maybe it’s someoneyou haven’t spoken toin a long time. Maybe it’s someoneyou still talk to every day,but somehowit doesn’t sound the same anymore. Maybe it’s your own voicefrom a timewhen you didn’t think so muchbefore speaking. The strange thing about voicesis that t
Another hour in the morning.A longer summer.One more night before going home.A few more years feeling young. And we want freedom too. To leave when we want.To stay when we want.To change direction.To start again. But time keeps movingwhether we feel free or not. That’s the stra
We say it all the time. “I wish I knew this sooner.” But maybewe couldn’t have. We weren’t bornknowing how life works. We had to live it. To try. To change. To understand thingswe weren’t readyto understand before. And yes,sometimes we realize thingslater than we wish w
Somewhere along the way, we started believingthat slowing downmeant we weren’t doing enough. So we fill every hour. Every silence. Every empty space. As if being busywas the only wayto provewe are living. But mayberestingwas never meantto be earned. Maybe it’ssimplypart of us
We grow. We change. The yearsquietly move on. Yet somehow, every timesomething risesinto the sky, a part of usstill follows. — Fuerpa Slow Journal
For a long time, I thought life would start when everything was in place. When I had more answers.More certainty.More time. I kept waiting for the moment everything would finally make sense. I didn’t realize life was already happening. Quietly.In imperfect moments.In ordinary d
