All the explanations I have will not justify why I have neglected this nest, some of which are even silly at this point.
But that's not what matters now, right? I'm here typing my cares away. Again.
I will not go for those generic statements of how life sucks and how life is beautiful because yeap, they're ironies that exist, whether we recognize them or not. Let's just say that life has been a steady stream of the the good, the bad, the in between. But mostly, the water that flows along the path nourishes whatever weak bone I have.
And I am not going to complain. It's how things are. It's how they have become. And frankly, I could not ask for more.
