Sometimes I take down two cups
without thinking.
One for me.
One for…
no one, yet.
I used to put the second one back.
Now I leave it there
while the kettle sings.
Not because I am waiting.
Because there is room
on the table,
and I have learned
that emptiness
and possibility
are not the same thing.
Tag: Hope
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The Other Cup
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The Persistence of Peace
Of all the things competing for attention on this wall, one word refused to be ignored. I found this on a street in Sarajevo.
A single word, repeated three times: MIR.
In Bosnian, Serbian, and Croatian, mir means both peace and quiet. The word appeared not on a pristine monument or carefully curated mural, but on a wall crowded with torn advertisements, graffiti, and the accumulated marks of a city that has lived through more than its share of history.
That felt appropriate.
Peace rarely arrives as a clean slate. More often, it exists alongside noise, scars, interruptions, and unfinished stories. It persists beneath layers of what came before and what continues to happen around it.
What drew me to this scene was not the perfection of the message, but its persistence. The blue paint was weathered. The surrounding wall was chaotic. Yet the word remained visible.
Perhaps this is what peace looks like in the real world – not untouched by conflict, but surviving it.
Imperfect Light is a collection of photographs that remind me that beauty does not require perfection, only presence.