Gandalf

No snowflake begs the sky for reason, nor fears the ground it comes to find. It simply drifts through silent seasons, carried by a wiser wind. So may I walk the same quiet path, without demanding every sign; trusting that what seems like chance may be a

The strongest hand is not the one that strikes before the fear has passed. It is the hand that still can shake, yet chooses peace when hate is cast. For rage is easy, swift, and loud; it asks for nothing but a spark. Mercy walks the harder road, a quiet

Many walk beneath the sun, carrying shadows no one sees. Many fall before their dawn, with dreams still whispering in the breeze. Who am I to judge their worth, to measure fate with borrowed sight? I cannot breathe another's breath, nor steal the morning

We never choose the age we live, or the storms that cross our sky. We only choose the way we stand, the courage with which we try. The road may be dark, the night may be long, but a spark can still remain. For what defines us is not the time, but what we do