Some realizations hit us so hard they shake us to the core.
In the end, nobody owns us. Nobody truly loves us not without expecting something in return. That’s the bitter truth.
All these years, we’ve been growing, not for love, but to repay a filthy amount an invisible debt disguised as love. Bound by it. Forced by it.
And sometimes, the people who claim to love us are the ones who hurt us the most.
I know one thing for sure. The peace and love I crave aren’t tied to money, success, or any material thing. Just peace. That’s all.
Maybe that’s what we’re all chasing. Maybe not. But I know that’s what I am.
The eternal thin line of fate
it’s all we walk on.
