A night, a street, a lamp, a drugstore A meaningless and dismal light A quarter century outpours – It’s all the same. No chance to flight. – You’d die and rise anew, begotten. All would repeat as ever might: The street, the icy rippled water, The store, the lamp, the lonely night.
It’s not about finding someone who won’t fight with you or make you sad. It’s about finding the person who will still be standing there wiping the tears away, holding you in their arms after a fight, and the one who will never leave, no matter how hard things get.
Be strong. Never tell yourself “I am tired”. The more you accept the thought, the more exhausted you will become, but if you tell yourself, “I can do even more”, you will find that there are no limits to what you can accomplish.