Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
Sometimes what we really need is that unblinking acknowledgement of life’s cruelty and a nudge to find the courage to stay vulnerable anyway. We have no choice but to adapt ourselves around “what the universe gives” (Thank you, Mel) ideally without sacrificing the quest to rediscover joy in time. Here’s my foot, which I am placing in front of my other foot, repeat, repeat.