If you and I were little turtles and you got left behind, I'd slow down and wait for you.
Even if we feel we can't, we still will.
Because our story doesn't end here.
A tree can lay dormant when the winter feels long and the ground feels frozen.
Focus on what is happening beneath it.
It will always bloom, beautifully.
Life is the pause.
It's the contemplation.
It's the sigh.
Life is when you look up and around.
Life isn't black and white,
but made up of the most brilliant colours.
Life is waiting for a moment, but then going for it.
Life is the
pause.