
08/30/2024
“There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it really is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not one grand adventure but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale but a fragile and fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state but a rare and fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold on to. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being isolated from the world, from other people, from oneself”.
—Virginia Woolf.