Vessel

There are moments

when you see through the image of your reflection—

and you see yourself.

This living, breathing body—

an ever-changing landscape,

a vessel for your life—

holding the silent story of every joy, every sorrow, every moment lived.

And suddenly, beauty becomes something deeper than decoration.

It becomes the truth carved into your bones—

the story of YOU.

To look at your reflection without the urge to change it,

To be here now—

present in this vessel

holding every chapter,

every memory,

every ounce of love and loss—

the only one that’s always been with you, a witness to everything you are.

We were never meant to stay the same.

We are not monuments,

but living, breathing love letters

to everything we’ve walked through.

The world chases illusions of perfection.

But we are the wild truth.

A prayer in motion.

Forever changing.