Sometimes for a season, and always for a reason.

We are reflections of each other; the things we believe we ARE, and the things we believe we are NOT.

Often times, we find ourselves attempting to mold, contort, and squeeze ourselves to fit inside a box someone else designed.

The world will break you.

It breaks everyone. How you use that breakdown is up to you. How do you own your experience? What title do you give yourself?