As much as I ruminate on these things and moan incessantly about being crazy, I do know where I'm going. Things lead to things, and life arises out of these stacks of things, these events, these heaps of happenstance.
When certain moments occur, the things prior and those in future become that much less important. It can be a song, a conversation, a drive, a kiss, hell, even a good book.
Those are what make life as such. And there really isn't much more.
And that is probably one of the most comforting things I know.
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