What if some seasons are meant to be lived instead of persistently trying to understand them? What if not every situation needs to be autopsied?( I know not everything needs it, so why then do I spend so much time on dissecting every layer of everything?)

What if we are spending so much time chasing a supposed ‘big purpose’ instead of just living the life that is unfolding right in front of us?

Time, I’ve realised, has a way of exposing so many untruths. The wait is uncomfortable, but sometimes, the passing of time is the only way to find clarity.

I think if someone wants to win me back, maybe they could send me a song. One that means something for both of us. It’s interesting the influence nostalgia could have on us. Is nostalgia bad or good? Neither, and both. It makes us feel, and sometimes, that feeling could inspire a decision. Maybe that’s why nostalgia holds so much power.