I've gotten to the place where I find life too short for if-only.
that darkest of syllables, death.
You can pack a bag and take a plane somewhere, anywhere, and when you get there and open the bag - lying right on top will be whatever you're running away from. The very first thing you'll have to unpack.
Love is recognition, perhaps the highest form of it. You.
it requires a great deal more generosity to take than to give.
Take the goods the gods provide, and don't stand and sulk when they are snatched away.