Such A Prick

I've come to realize that you can't step into a rosy future if you keep trippin up on the thorns of your past. But sometimes it can't be avoided. Reflecting would be like looking at a bloody bandage from an old wound, simply to remind yourself of the pain one has gone through.

Rocky Roads

Where's the light at the end of the tunnel?

Immensity

“I’d be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string.”

— Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle