@re-joyce 8 August 2025 more from that month

I saw my old medals today, tucked in a dusty box beside faded notebooks and dried-up pens. They don't shine the way they used to. But then again, neither do I... and maybe that's alright. Back then, I chased ribbons like fireflies in summer fields, thinking they'd light the way forever. I may not be standing on stages anymore, but I've found peace in places that don't need blinding lights—like long walks home, warm dinners after hard days, and the kind of humility that only people who truly matter celebrate.