𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙰𝙼.

What else is there to fear besides death? That’s what I’ve been wondering lately.

Honestly, how does someone manage not to be afraid of sin, mistakes, and outright evil when supposedly, at the moment death finally comes knocking, the pain is unbearable and every single wrongdoing replays in perfect, merciless detail before their eyes?

Even without committing suicide, a person can feel death many times; only the body remains alive while the hope slowly fades away.

If you hear a bad story about me, understand there was a time I was good to these people too but they won't tell you that.

Reminder: the universe is huge, and you’re not that important in the grand scheme of things.

I’ll keep saying this: a foolish, predatory leader who treats human lives like they’re disposable isn’t going to magically grow a conscience. That kind of ‘change’ usually only comes with an obituary.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and it feels like I need to stop putting my hopes in people. I’ve told myself this thousands of times not just about my expectations of others, but also about their expectations of me.

If everyone you meet seems to be the problem, perhaps it's time to ask if the problem is actually you.