“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”—Hunter S. Thompson
I had a lot of realizations. Maybe it was weather. Generally, I’m a happy person. I like to think so. But for a long time this sadness has been eating away at me. I don’t know why. I’m learning to be alright with not being able to know, understand, or even fix things. I really really hope that whatever it is you’re looking for, that you find it.