We are not idealized wild things. We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. As we were. As we are no longer. As we will one day not be at all.

Life is given to us without our permission and so is it taken without our permission and so, life is not ours to take or throw away

C'mon, let's go in my room and abuse drugs and stuff!

Miracles only happen if you believe in miracles.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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