I’m no longer interested in fighting battles that only leave me emotionally bruised and exhausted. I’m not here to hold grudges, to harbor resentment, or to point fingers for the sake of being right. I’ve lived enough life to understand that anger, blame, and bitterness are heavy burdens — and I don’t want to carry them anymore.
I’m not here to be petty, to compete, to prove myself to anyone, or to involve myself in unnecessary drama. That’s not where my energy belongs. I’ve realized that life is too fragile, too unpredictable, and far too short to waste even a moment on anything that doesn’t bring growth, love, or peace to my soul.
With whatever time I have left, I want to live — really live. I want to be fully present in the moments that matter, to embrace joy when it comes, and to create memories that feel like warm light in the cold corners of my mind. I want to chase laughter, experience wonder, and surround myself with people who bring out the best in me — who see me, accept me, and love me for who I am.
I want to love without fear, to be loved without conditions, and to give the kind of love that heals rather than harms. I want calm over chaos, healing over hurt, peace over pride. I want to grow, to forgive, to let go, and to move forward with grace.
From here on out, I’m choosing peace. I’m choosing happiness. I’m choosing a life that feels good on the inside — not just one that looks good on the outside. I don’t need to be right, I don’t need to be perfect, and I certainly don’t need to be involved in every conflict. I just want to live a life that feels like home — soft, warm, and true.