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Wednesday, July 8
We grow. We change. The yearsquietly move on. Yet somehow, every timesomething risesinto the sky, a part of usstill follows. — Fuerpa Slow Journal
You were never like them
Friday, April 3 You were never like them. You tried to fit in.To think the same.To move the same. But something always felt off. Not wrong. Just… different. Like you were meantfor another rhythm. Another way. And maybe that’s the point. Not to become like everyone else. But t
You’ll find it when you’re ready
Wednesday, March 25 Everything in lifearrives at the right time. Not when you force it.Not when you rush it. Sometimes… it’s not about losing it. It’s just not yours yet. Some things can’t be chased. They can only be found. — Fuerpa Slow Journal
Its own light
Sunday, March 22 Some things are not just made. They are felt. Some things…have their own light. And somehow… they find their wayto the right person. Splendore, by Fuerpa
Saturday, March 7
Today I looked up and saw this tree. A few months ago it was almost bare. Just branches. No colors. No leaves. And yet nothing was wrong with it. It was simply winter. We often forget that we are allowed to have winters too. Moments when things fall. Moments when we feel empty. B
Some Things Never Leave
Sometimes it takes nothing. A name. A smell. The air on your skin. The sound of birds somewhere far. A voice in the distance. A ringtone you haven’t heard in years. And suddenly something moves inside you. Not a thought. A feeling. A memory that doesn’t ask permission. A mome
