I'm still working on my strokes and especially the breathing — trying to time it right, trying to make it feel natural. It’s not there yet, and I know it won’t happen overnight.
This journey is longer than I imagined. But then again, I’ve only just begun.
This is where I gather scattered thoughts and moments—memories from the past, hopes for the future, and details of the present that often go unnoticed. My journal isn’t just about big events, but about the spaces in between: reflections, drifting thoughts, and the quiet rhythm of time.
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