Thursday, May 21, 2020

Gone Away

In time, everything I say that seems witty turns lame. More often than not, though, it goes around and comes back again. Since none of it matters, and nothing is of any consequence, I guess all of it is probably lame.

Only the things you can remember, or want to remember, matter. Remembering the good words is what you want. Remorse mocks happiness. You shouldn't waste life on that.