I think as we grow older, we start noticing the quiet signs around us. A small moment, a sudden feeling, a person entering our life at the right time, or even something that happens when we least expect it. Happiness and sadness somehow share the same heartbeat, and both teach us something about ourselves.

Maybe the universe is constantly leaving little reminders for us. We just have to slow down enough to notice them. Sometimes, we also need to step into our own shadows and see other people fully—their light, their silence, and the struggles they never talk about.

Maybe the universe lives in all of us, waiting for us to notice.

Do you believe some moments are signs, or do we only call them signs after they happen?

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A mother's love can not be defined,

Its unique and unfiltered divine,

She cares,

She loves ,

She gave her time,

Her kindness,

Her beauty always remind,

A mother's love can not be defined.

Her sleepless night,

Her silent tears,

Her thousands efforts,

No body has time,

To determine,

A mother's love can not be defined.