What is death? It is the glass of life broken into a thousand pieces, where the soul disperses like perfume from a flask, into the silence of the eternal night.
I want you to focus on this year and not dwell in the past. The reality is, Elizabeth, you can’t go back and change what happened. What you can change is yourself, how you do things, how you feel, how you see and respond to the world. But you have to want things to change. And you have to care more than the people around you.
I have vehicles that help me navigate the world, but I don’t think I’m figuring anything out. I try, but lately I feel like I’m driving in circles. I ask questions, I think, I write in my journal, but I always end up with more questions. Round and round I go .