Sometimes There Are No Answers, We Just Let Go And Trust
It’s beautiful, albeit messy, that sometimes there are no answers at all. We must have faith that there is a reason, or a lesson, or some sort of purpose.
It’s beautiful, albeit messy, that sometimes there are no answers at all. We must have faith that there is a reason, or a lesson, or some sort of purpose.
Perhaps stumbling across this poem is the universe’s way of simply saying, slow down.
Trust is a fragile thing. I think I’ve always known that.