Life is not made of perfect moments.
It is made of fragments.
It is made of fragments.
Each fragment carries a moment as it passes,
sometimes quiet,
sometimes restless,
sometimes filled with joy,
sometimes shaped by emotions too difficult to name.
sometimes quiet,
sometimes restless,
sometimes filled with joy,
sometimes shaped by emotions too difficult to name.
Rather than chasing perfection
or holding on to what is meant to change,
I choose to pay attention.
or holding on to what is meant to change,
I choose to pay attention.
Fragment is a quiet practice of noticing,
a collection of moments that shape us as they pass.
a collection of moments that shape us as they pass.