If you happen to like a hundred melancholic words with your tea, then sip away.
by Simon Walker
I try to remember this. For even if I look put together and serene, I am in the midst of turmoil. If the invisible ghosts of our psyche would dissipate in summer sun, all at once, the world would turn more slowly, and none of us would be in danger of falling off.
If you're fighting a hard battle today, may you persevere, may you be victorious, may you fill your mouth with sweet things.