Metanoia

We spend too much time trying to be gods, all the while desecrating the good we try to pursue

These white roses are stained red by my hands. What good could I have done at the cost of innocents? Are my flowers worth giving if I don’t love you properly?

Truth, my dear, is crystal clear. Don’t muddy it with fancied falsehoods

Contrary to what the world may have indoctrinated, we aren't enough on our own apart from God. We were made for Him and this world can't fulfill what only He can give us.

Sometimes you are the magic in someone else's life

Your quick fix for gratification can lead you to a long regret.

Don't ever believe what the sad you says about yourself

Your purpose is not one grand moment in your life. You have the opportunity to walk in it everyday.

Be loyal to yourself, even if you no longer recognize the person in the mirror

Be aware of your limitations

I was a marble statue. Unmoving in my works, frozen in a safe perspective. It was no wonder that the world passed me by. When you can't breathe nor bend, it's as if you were never alive. Perfection, it seems, is only an aesthetic

What wealth do you really have if you don't have the capacity to share it?

Sometimes we give reasons simply to give reasons. Not necessarily because we believe our excuses justify the things we do but because we long to be understood

Be wary of the hurts you hold onto. Pain is clingy in its innumerable variety. It'll latch onto you with double the intensity you choose to entertain it with

Sometimes you have to lose yourself in order to find yourself