Beauty exists in freedom, not possession.

You are always trying to capture what moves your soul, hoping you can hold onto it forever.

A moment. A feeling. An experience. A person.

This desire to capture strips it of the very essence that drew you to it.

Everything beautiful is temporary.

This impermanence isn't a flaw to fix, but the source of its power.

Genuine appreciation means learning to witness without grasping.

To love what is, precisely because it cannot stay.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

To let it pass through your life, complete in its freedom to come and go.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​