The Last Train to Key West (The Perez Family, #3)

by Chanel Cleeton

Life happens whether you’re worrying about it or not, and it seems presumptuous to think we have much of a say in how things play out.

People are what circumstances make them.

People ask how you’re doing, but they don’t really want to know if you’re struggling or not; they want the answer that enables them to go about their day without feeling guilty.”

“Life’s hard enough as it is,” I reply. “It’s easier to go through it with a smile.”

The running of this world is left to men, and quite frankly, I’m not impressed with what they’ve done with it.”

“I hate to tell you, but there’s no such thing as a ‘right time’ in life. Things happen when they need to happen. The rest sort of falls into place.”

Men behave as though the world is theirs to order and control, but life doesn’t always work out like that.

It’s strange how your life can change so quickly, how one moment you can barely eke by, desperation filling your days, and suddenly, out of the unimaginably horrific, a glimmer of something beautiful can appear like a bud pushing through the hard-formed earth.

There’s so much broken around us; maybe all we can do is try to fix each other, do what we can to preserve these precious moments in a world where there is so much sadness and loss.