Down

Is it possible to love without getting emotionally attached and thus avoid the pain that parting always inflicts?

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The day took a wrong turn from the start and the further it dragged on the wider the curve and the bigger the deviation. The best I can do is to stop resisting the flow and save my passion for a cause worthy the fight instead of squandering it over unremarkable irritations whose triviality is insulting to the self-respect. The air couldn’t care less if you try to punch it.

It was a sad day; hopeless in a subtly definite way. What if tomorrow feels the same? What if the day after tomorrow is no different either? It gives me the shivers to think of it.