" no faith in fate "


you get what you get, and no take-backsies. revel in your choices, and perhaps too the way in which you lean towards or shrink away from those situations, people, and objects you come across.

almost nothing is fate, and almost nothing is luck. but mostly everything is the way it happens because it's the way it happens. it's not glorified, but it's pure and honest. there is beauty in that simplicity.

painfully lovely melancholy in the most minimalist moments. this is the distillation of the eternal experience, and we are all within it, around it, and creators of it.

tonight's homework:

make a slight inspection of your more complex patterns, and seek to streamline the more cross-wired ones.