Serendipity

The moment of conception—the moment we breathe life—death, too, begins to exist.
Every breath we take carries the possibility of being our last.
This is duality: the constant that resides in everything we do.

For every action, there is a reaction.
With love exists hate.
With the mere awareness of life comes the inevitable truth of death.

Life is not fair.
Much of it is measured by our tolerance—our ability to endure the annoyances, the pain, and the quiet suffering.

You cannot understand happiness without having tolerated sadness.

We’re quick to judge others for who they appear to be, and yet we rarely realize—we barely know ourselves.
Every day we learn something new, reaching toward the person we hope to become.

Today, I may not know love.
But tomorrow, I might meet someone who gives me what I never knew I was missing.

What I was yesterday does not define me—
But to many, it already has.

Duality has taught me tolerance.
It has taught me empathy.

We don’t need to like everyone we meet,
But we should understand that everyone—including ourselves—deserves a chance to try.