“Go as far as you can see; when you get there you’ll be able to see farther.”

I woke up yesterday, fed up, exhausted.

“But tell me—inside, you know what I mean, deep down where you keep yourself, how is everything?”

There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.

“But as bad as it was, I learned something about myself … That I could go through something like that, and survive.”