Heartbreak in the wake of existence.

To realize (and accept) the impossibility of ever knowing whether you are right or wrong.

To never know whether the frequency of your text messages are a nuisance, or if it’s truly worth joining a volunteer militia.

How else are you going to write that novel of great weight?

Relax, she’ll let you know once she’s there.

Heartbreak in the wake of existence.

To realize (and accept) that behind all eyes lie worlds unmapped, words undefined, and gods unnamed.

Shall I hit send—or learn to shoot a gun?

Relax, she’ll let you know once she’s there.

Heartbreak in the wake of existence.

To fear the dissolution of wonder at the sight of a butterfly’s unchartered flight—or the joy wrought upon by idle activity.

To notice that your laugh no longer lasts as long as it used to.

To find yourself fatigued in the presence of others, to realize (and accept) that what were once possibilities have become pipedreams.

How does one cure a sickness unto death?

Relax, she’ll let you know once she’s there.