I think if you were to ask anyone, deep down they are truly not satisfied with their lives.

We are all called to be somewhere that we are not.

So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

At some point in time, one has to ask themselves, is this all the world has to offer me?

How wil we ever get out of this labyrinth of suffering?

When things break, it's not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. It's because a little piece gets lost - the two remaining ends couldn't fit together even if they wanted to. The whole shape has changed.