It's not up to me to tell you how to live your life but, you should at least try... Yet you're still trapped in the little fishbowl, unaccustomed to any other way but your own. I wish I could help you. I put my hands against the glass, but you don't let anything reach you. Alone, you're untouchable. It is others who taint your heart...
How sad that quote has always made me... After all, who wants to be alone. Yet people choose that path for themselves. Like me, I hope they regret nothing they choose to do. There's no going back. The path burns away at your heels."To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket-- safe, dark, motionless, airless-- it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.” ~C.S. Lewis
What is the reason for their return? In a nest where hornets dwell, why would the lone moth flutter by to visit? In that nest, that ever-changing cocoon of swelling and changing feelings, could it be that what was once treasured is welcome no more? The next chapter will surely unravel more of this tragedy.
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