So? despite everything... as Life is poetry.
“In my youth, life seemed brimming with romance. But after years of colliding with reality, in a world where answers seem predetermined, I've forgotten what romance even means”
"Romance exists only in the unknown. Once you know, it vanishes."
A friend's words echo in my mind.
If life were composed solely of "therefores," it would be mere predictable prose. Yet nothing truly unfolds as planned. Even my own body changes with each passing year. Still, we must continue to follow where our hearts lead us. Because life is poetry.