“No matter how much light I carry within me, there will always be times of feeling lost, being confused, seeking direction. It is the way of the human heart.”
truth is, i spend all year impatiently waiting for summer, but it comes and goes like an interval between shows on a screen. it’s not where my life truly lies. my life is with the husky cold air of autumn and winter, where i belong amongst the melancholic trees and the wonderfully bitter coffee.
Sometimes I get upset about how many languages I will never be able to learn, and how many books I will never be able to read—how many songs I’ll never be able to hear; how many places I’ll never be able to go; how many foods I’ll never be able to taste; how many people I’ll never be able to meet;