THE LOVELY LIFE LETTERS

I will die one day. Everyone I love will die one day. Everyone I have ever known, and never known, will die one day. Yet, for some paradoxical reason, we are all alive right now. I think about this a lot. How one day, we will all only be a memory. We will live through who we were to others and how we made them feel. I am always questioning: Why am I here, and what is my purpose? Why am I me? Why was I given the life I was given? What is my why? Lately, I've been looking to th

character = (noun): the mental and moral qualities distinctive to an individual I have never been in a relationship. If you were to ask...

Be so authentically you that everyone around you has no other choice than to accept you for who you are. Tell the people you love, that...

Something I stand by is that you should try to wish the best for everyone. Now, you're probably wondering: Why would I wish the best for...