There are things that will never be fully understood. Conversations that will never happen. People who will never see you the way you hoped they would. Versions of you that exist only in someone else’s memory, frozen in time, untouched by who you’ve become. Trying to correct all of that is exhausting. Letting it exist is different.

There’s something peaceful about stepping out of the constant self-improvement loop. You don’t have to be finished to take a break from fixing yourself.

There’s a funny thing about questions. Most of the ones we ask are just loops. They don’t actually lead anywhere. They circle around our assumptions, like a dog chasing its own tail and congratulating itself for the effort.