You don’t measure love in time. You measure love in transformation. Sometimes the longest connections yield very little growth, while the briefest of encounters change everything. The heart doesn’t wear a watch - it’s timeless. It doesn’t care how long you know someone. It doesn’t care if you had a 40 year anniversary if there is no juice in the connection. What the heart cares about is resonance. Resonance that opens it, resonance that enlivens it, resonance that calls it home. And when it finds it, the transformation begins…
I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them that no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and you saw them crying in their bed at night or singing to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street and even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think after seeing them at their most vulnerable you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.
Weekends at the province has been a thing for me. Who doesn’t love fresh air? The thing I like the most is it feels like it is just normal to see colorful birds and butterflies while eating lunch, having a snack, or even during siesta. Plus, that awesome feeling when you can make or cook your own lunch, you’re so proud you’re the one who caught the fish you are cooking. Refreshing!
The Lost Cat
Minimalist yet colorful. NEON. :))
I just bought this for the only reason that it looks like BMO… plus it’s blue green. :))
My study table. The wall is still pretty neat but I guess the coming days would fill it with reviewers and words of motivation.