Answers

The more time that goes on, the more I realize how few answers I really have. But I think I’m okay with that. Maybe I don’t need to know the answers. This is life. And some of us pretend like we have it figured out but truly none of us do. We don’t know the end results of most things. But isn’t that okay? And even more than okay, isn’t that kind of beautiful? The fact that life is just one, big, spontaneous dance. And we don’t know the next step, but at the end of it all, we can look back and see the story that was written with our lives. I think that’s all I need to know, that every part of life, while crazy and filled with chaos, is meaningful. And that these ashes will always end with something beautiful.