There’s something special about dignity, probably because it’s so rare these days.

At the centre of every moment in which you are happy, is hope. Hope is living in a moment, and knowing that this person, this place or this element that makes you smile now, will bring you happiness in the future. HOPE, don’t ever lose it.

How do we actually universally call something ‘love’? Not one person can feel exactly the same thing as another.

What is love?

Is it biological? Is it convenience? Is it a need to be needed? Is it loneliness? Is it invented by thought? Is it identifying your persona in someone else and finding comfort in the fact that you’re not the weirdest person on the planet? But then again, if you are… then at least there are two of you.

Maybe love is all those things, maybe it is none.

But that’s ok.

The mere fact that love is created on your own terms is enough to celebrate the fact that it simply exists.