“Nothing is written”

Life is 90% maintenance.

‘To thine own self be true’ Polonius, Act 1 Scene 3, Hamlet

Everything around us, this day to day existence, stops us from being who we really are.

“Let us go to the shore; there the waves will kiss our feet. With mysterious sadness the stars will shine down on us.” Aleksey Pleshcheyev (1825-1893)

How do you let someone go? How do you understand that that’s alright, that everything changes? How do you find a way to make you feel good about life instead of breaking your heart? The hardest thing you’ll ever learn is how to say goodbye.

Imagine two realities intertwined but at one time separate. Everything that’s possible happening simultaneously but happening in an illogical order.