Chance encounters are what keep us going.

She was truly a beautiful girl. I could feel a small polished stone sinking through the darkest waters of my heart. All those deep convoluted channels and passageways, and yet she managed to toss her pebble right down to the bottom of it all.

With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.

Autumn finally arrived. And when it did, I came to a decision. Something had to give: I couldn't keep on living like this.

You make do with what you have. As you age you learn even to be happy with what you have.

For example, the wind has its reasons. We just don't notice as we go about our lives. But then, at some point, we are made to notice. The wind envelops you with a certain purpose in mind, and it rocks you. The wind knows everything that's inside you. And not just the wind. Everything, including a stone. They all know us very well. From top to bottom. It only occurs to us at certain times. And all we can do is go with those things. As we take them in, we survive, and deepen.

It is sometimes necessary for each person. Fill up with delicious food, get drunk, sing loudly and chat frivolously.