“Don’t be such a pussy” is often used to mock people for being cowardly, but I wonder, who ever termed the source of life – “cowardly and weak”?
Why should I keep running after something or the other all the time, why should I regret whatever was, and why should I live in hopes of a beautiful tomorrow?
We only fear what we don’t know of, once we see the unknown, close by, fear eventually fades away.
My loneliness, it’s the pain I chose.
Letting go of love is as important as holding on to it.