Dear you,
I think of all the sadness around me and think; when did life become so complicated? Complex? When was the last time we laughed so hard we cried? And I feel more sadness creep into me after failing to remember.
I talk to the heart of life, asking it about whether this is supposed to happen, whether it's part of the plan. It gives me no answer; of course, how can it give me answers that, if given, would spoil the mystery of life itself.
Like I said before, questions that will free us may have answers that will imprison us again. That being said, sometimes I wonder if all of my questions are worth the effort to get the answers. Shouldn't we leave something for the creator?
Yours faithfully and sincerely,
N.
I think of all the sadness around me and think; when did life become so complicated? Complex? When was the last time we laughed so hard we cried? And I feel more sadness creep into me after failing to remember.
I talk to the heart of life, asking it about whether this is supposed to happen, whether it's part of the plan. It gives me no answer; of course, how can it give me answers that, if given, would spoil the mystery of life itself.
Like I said before, questions that will free us may have answers that will imprison us again. That being said, sometimes I wonder if all of my questions are worth the effort to get the answers. Shouldn't we leave something for the creator?
Yours faithfully and sincerely,
N.
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