Somedays life is clearer than others. Sometimes the rain falls faster in the Summer. And in between is when time feels slow.
To take a walk in the drizzle, to read a book and eat with friends, to gently type away at a burning curiosity, of answers to questions I think I know.
I can’t let myself believe in the superlative. There is no best. There is no most. There is only the matter of love and growth.
Live today for tomorrow, die today while borrowing time from another, ask yourself if you’re truly alright or just playing it all for the show.