That's how life goes on - protected by the silence that anesthetizes shame.
Sometimes life turns out hard, Isabel. Sometimes it just bites right through you. And sometimes, just when you think it's done its worst, it comes back and takes another chunk.
Every end is the beginning of something else.
It is a luxury to do something that serves no practical purpose: the luxury of civilization.
Scars are just another kind of memory.
Nature allowed only the fit and the lucky to share this paradise-in-the-making.