“Losing someone is the worst feeling. Loss carves out a deep, hollow pocket. There’s no magical way to fill it, no medicine or Band-Aid or surgery to cure it. I suppose that over time you get used to it, but the feeling never totally goes away. And the more time you spend on earth, the more pockets you’ll collect. But it’s part of living. It’s life. Some of us are lucky enough to be alive.” —
I’ve realized something today. No matter how hard you try to plan your life, life has a plan for you all it’s own.