she had told herself, time and again, that for the most part of it,
life does teach us a handful of beautiful lessons.
but the thing is, (she had to nudge herself once more to acquiesce to such a fact)
that as we are taught to ask, and wonder,
and try to understand,
we eventually learn,
on a warm and sunny,
and fateful day,
that not all lessons are answers.
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Hi there, so I’m reblogging again. I hope you’re all good and fine. 😊