Perhaps our world is shaped not only by major decisions, but also by the stories we pass on.

Perhaps we no longer need stories about the golden days of the past, but rather about a more humane future.

Sometimes closeness isn't created by the same words, but by the same attitude.

Sometimes it's not the big event that changes our lives. It's the cup of coffee before it.

Maybe we don't actually long for the fire. Instead, we long for the feeling of being able to sit around it together.

Perhaps peace begins precisely where we stop trying to make each other more alike.

Not because everything has suddenly been resolved, but because nothing needs to be ruled out anymore.

No one had to prove themselves first in order to belong.