Life isn’t made to make sense – it is uncertain, it wavers with instability, sometimes its events cannot be explained. Sometimes, the beauty of life is its endless possibilities that sit bucketed in what could be. It’s okay if now, you are not where you want to be and it happens that you are travelling a route that seems unfamiliar to you – there is no rush when time works at its own pace. The beauty of life is its uncertainty, the endless possibilities, the room for change. Sometimes it doesn’t need to make sense, you can’t explain it, or understand why it’s happening the way it is – you just need to believe in the better of it. In the chaos of it all, sometimes it is necessary to remember that the sun sets to rise again, and the stars only every paint a dark sky – never the fully lit.
