"Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings."
- Anais Nin
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings."
- Anais Nin
N asked me whether I would be the same person today if I ended up in the city at 5 years ago instead of the House of 17. I don't know, 17 is on its own league, it's tough to compare. But, I wouldn't want to wish otherwise. I did stupid things, took the wrong turning, maybe. But perhaps it was all necessary. For us to finally understand this.
I have now and future. And I have a say in it. And I want to do the right thing. And do things right. I still have my fear, but even if I failed for what I have been decided for, nothing beats the hell of not trying at all!