I’m no longer interested in demanding perspicacity from life. Life is inscrutable… and I’m at peace with that knowledge. Wisdom is freedom and emotions are fickle, but never forget that emotions have created the best art.

The definition of love is: ’beautiful, biased, spoon-fed irrationality and idealization caused by a touch of vigor and zest’; it also translates to infinite forgiveness. It’s chimerical! And though I’m not sure it’s the safest drug, experience will place a gold metal in it’s feeble hands.