Time does not just make us forget, it is cruel. It makes us devalue our treasure, take for granted what we can't live without, and turns us all into idiots. Why is it not possible to care better each day? Everything doesn't happen just too quickly, but too meaninglessly. Somehow tomorrow you will forget a little what you take as gold today.
Age, they say. The years will savor you alive till the ground buries you back into the soil. We fought hard to be better, but forget to treat people better. People come and go, and they mean it. Why are we, despite years of life experience, becoming more and more stupid each day, thinking that people who love us will stay? Because they won't, if you don't make 'em.
Be alone. If you need space and time to release the foul smell of life, stay out. Naive is to involve and experience everything together. The fact is, you don't need company, and they are better off without your shit.
There is no road to better loving.
