How can we appreciate anything fully when overwhelmed with too much?

Theres nothing like reading about a world that feels dead to throw your own beautiful, colorful life into sharp relief.

I realize now how much courage it takes to choose the life you want, whatever that might be.

And I laugh at myself for thinking I could touch the sky.

I have tried to be righteous all my life. Yet I have never been content.

Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.

We could have been happy. I know that, and it is perhaps the hardest thing to know.