Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
I believe a lot of things have shaped me into a strong individual. Yes, my cruelty is cold and I am a hurricane of lies when I need to be, but I am not worthless.
Sometimes the world tries to swallow you whole, with pretty boys and nightmares, even a smouldering fire.
But, these days are passing just so, and I once remembered a time when I was nothing, now, now I am something.