Expectations are like hidden rocks in your path , All they do is trip you up

That's how it is sometimes when we plunge into the depths of our lives. No one can accompany us, not even those who would give up their hearts for our happiness.

Or is this how humans survive, shrugging off history, immersing themselves in the moment?

Sometimes -- she knows this from her own life -- to get to the other side, you must travel through grief. No detours are possible.

Everytime i have turned the page he re-enters my life as awkward as postscript

But maybe as I get older, I begin to see beauty where I least expected it before.

How can I forgive if you are not ready to give up that which caused you to stumble?