nebula

Everything is true at the same time. Winter is coming, but so is spring. Things die, and things are born.

While I wrestle to reconcile the end of each new path and the doors they open, the world does it this simply.

Flowers bloom, brown, drop their seeds rest and wait to do it again. The sun rises and the sun sets.

Let me stop grieving the things that end. Let me look for the things beginning.

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Life sucks. Life is amazing. So it goes.