As you see, context is everything and nothing at the same time. Words stand alone and with each other.

To come to peace with the moving on. It is a gift, in a way. We spend so much of our time fighting death, as we should. But sometimes the greatest gift we can give ourselves, and in turn the ones we love, is to know when to let go. To know when it is time—and to be at peace with that.

As you see, context is everything and nothing at the same time. Words stand alone and with each other.

Sometimes instinct can be wrong. But sometimes it can be right too. And sometimes you just have to take it on faith.

Sometimes, when we are sad, we have to do the opposite of sad. Sometimes we have to sing.

Trains are all the ways you miss each other-wrong train, wrong tracks, wrong time.

Standing up for what's right is a huge burden to bear. It's normal to have some doubt.