Life will break you. That is simply unavoidable. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also split you apart with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. You have to follow your destiny, whatever that may be. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could. And despite the sun almost escaping behind the horizon, there is a smile on your face. For even if nothing else. You lived. You really did.
