theloveclub11
We are all born under the same stars. Born simply for the pleasure of living, loving, few destined for greatness. We fight to bring order to the chaos that is this world, yet we bleed to find the quiet. To behold the undeniable beauty of that which is pure and true. We seek, not to find but only to understand the unknown.
To understand the meaning, the purpose. If there is any at all.
For in the end, we will all inevitably return to that which we came from, the stars.
So be merry, strive to remember the moments of love, of pain. For it is pain, just like love, which reminds us that we are in fact alive.
But it matters not what we remember. The memories. The relationships. The battles overcome.
Because we won't remember. Not when our time is spent, and our borrowed energy is taken back by that which it was created.
The stars. They only remember one.
Remember death.