We spend the first half of our lives accumulating answers, only to realize the questions were poorly phrased. There is a profound, quiet intimacy in sitting across from another soul and admitting that the "Grand Plan" is just a mist we’re both staring into.
No map. No compass.
Just two people on separate rocks, sharing the same tide.
Ignorance isn't always bliss, but shared uncertainty? That is a sanctuary.
It is enough to be here.
It is enough to be.
It is enough.
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