First post, bare with me now.
It’s ironic, how we can let go of something, we once said we could never live without. How “forever”, and everything we considered eternally, is actually just temporary. I wonder if we’ve known all along, whether we choose to place it in the back of our minds and ignore reality because we are too caught up in the moment, that nothing actually lasts. So, my question is, Why? Why do we even bother wasting so much time, when you know eventually, great things come to an end. It’s like we are setting ourselves up for failure and disappointments.
Exactly why I am perfectly fine growing old with cats. :3
