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‘But you will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life,’ he said, wisely.
She understood why Chopin had liked playing in the dark so much. It was so much easier that way. Wild, she thought to herself. Free.
‘Two roads diverged in a wood, and I – / I took the one less travelled by, / And that has made all the difference . .
The sky grows dark The black over blue Yet the stars still dare To shine for you
The impossible, I suppose, happens via living. Will my life be miraculously free from pain, despair, grief, heartbreak, hardship, loneliness, depression? No. But do I want to live? Yes. Yes. A thousand times, yes.
