Everything in life comes with its time; irrespective of our comfort or pain, or both. It's our prerogative to see each of these through, till they complete their time - of arriving as well as subsistence.
Every morning when the light hits our eyes, we face a primal choice to make; Love or Fear. And therein goes the rest of your day.
- yours truly
I guess we've been bombarded with too much at the same time. And in that, the core has been buried beneath the rubble. This oblivion scares us, angers us, frustrates us. We try to cope, we pretend.
But truth has a habit of catching up.
- okay, okay. I'm leaving now.