We cannot see the future. We cannot rewrite the choice already made. We cannot hold time still in memory.
So we are left with letting go — not as surrender, but as a quiet kind of grace.
On this earth, few dare to reshape what is, preferring the comfort of what they call truth.
I wanted to change the world. But maybe the change begins here — in the one thing I can hold: the choice to let go, and still reach for what matters. this is life body lif like a ghost