Flourishing is not dictated by fertile ground. Even in barren land, life carves its path.
Beauty is not granted. It claims its place.
Beauty takes shape even in the most unyielding landscapes. It does not wait for permission, nor does it depend on circumstance. When its time arrives, it emerges—inevitable, unshaken, undeterred.
Time follows the same law. Moments arise, unfold, and vanish beyond our control. They cannot be held, delayed, or reshaped. They exist only in their own fleeting truth, meant to be lived as they come.