In a world filled with beauty, love, excitement, tragedy, unthinkable suffering, it can be tricky to make sense of these things.
To keep your chin up. To breathe, relax, chose to keep moving forward.
Perhaps its easiest to be completely instinctual?
Or is that even harder?
To push thru the decay and concrete.
To be continuously stepped over.
It's a real wonder to me how all these things make sense and the world keeps turning.
The sun keeps rising. The stars shine brightly. Wind blows.
Mountains stand strong.
