In order to concur, I have to first relate.
I feel like such a late bloomer. So I'm laying around, rambling through my thoughts, as usual, and I've FINALLY figured out what "nothing lasts forever" means. Thee ultimate late bloomer but let me rock.
Both joy and pain - they both happen within the blink of an eye. Nothing is perfect and it's all temporary.
I've always had a negative disregard about that saying and now I'm finally embracing what it means and I'm liking it. I'm loving how that "feeling" becomes carefree because there's always something to look forward to. How wonderfully terrifying is that?
I love when I have epiphanies. I love it even more when I jot them down.
Well hey there 23