And even in the darkest destitute, you'll find traces of hope in the people who travel deep into the wreckage with you, shining their light to help guide you back home.

Life was not intended to be easy, it's hard, uncomfortable and tragic at times, but you get through it. And it's the getting through it part that in the end reminds you how amazing it is to be alive.

She learned to rejoice in the chaos, for without the darkness she would be blind to the light.

Without pain we cannot embrace contentment, just as without fear we will never understand our strength.

There are these moments where I forget you ever existed, and there are others when I can't imagine how I will ever exist without you.

She dreamt of being saved, but even she knew no northern light, no guided path could lead her home. She was a wanderer and her gypsy heart could never be tamed.