The Getting There


Truth reveals itself in layers, not all at once because that would be too much to bear. And when it finally hits you, it is complete, leaving doubts as immaterial.

Regret is something we carry, not as a weight but a reminder. So that when the times comes we may get it right and do better.

Fate means everything or it means nothing, all depending on your perspective. Either way, death is our shared destiny. It’s the getting there that counts.

Love is as simple as a good person willing to put up with your bullshit. The question is, are you willing to do the same?


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