Life is as cruel as it is wonderful and still, it is worth living. We are gifted so little time and so few guarantees that there is no use in wasting time trying to make sense of something that we are only meant to experience. Love, misery, joy, obsession, heartbreak and the rest - they are already painted in the stars, arranged by some magnificent, indifferent hand - call it god, call it the universe, call it serendipity - and the only thing we can do is dance beneath them. Our heads thrown back as we revel in this experience we call humanity, even when it is divine. Even when it is anything but.
Words by L.A.L