Making and breaking are two different things but, aren't they also the same? Changing from one form into the next..
Whole and new or weathered and scarred. We are not so different.
Your new, innocent eyes look at me with such wonder and curiosity. I look back, trying to be happy and brave, hoping that you never face the demons that I have. You are always looking and I am always hiding.
What is it that makes us the same? How can we even face each other without bursting into pieces?
Love? The chase?
Is it love that glues us back together? Is it the chase that keeps us from falling apart completely?
I'm just trying to understand this particular thread of life.
LexRodent
The good ol' dual nature of life . . .
All that is, eventually stops being, and what is not will eventually be.
As the process goes, here we are caught in the middle, trying to understand why.
Countless people before us have wondered the same, and even if it's not a pretty conclusion, the only one we have is this : everything started from nothing, and it will return to the original state one day.
Maybe all our dilemmas are just a reminder of the ever changing nature of everything.
Makes sense to think about it as the same, because it is all part of the "big picture".
How could we brake something never made ?
If nothing gets ever broken, what's the point on keep making ?
ToxicMaiden
Well said. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.