I stare blankly into the stillness of the hours pondering my surroundings, a place where every single movement I make, every single person, place and thing only serves as a constant reminder of everything I've ever done wrong.
Eternal recurrence of this? Sorry Nietzsche. Today I do not have nor understand your amor fati.
2 comments:
but this too is a realization and rebirth.
this too shall pass.
Thanks Kalsang. :)
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