“Hearts Live By Being Wounded”
― Oscar Wilde
Have you seen the autumn leaves and wondered how long they will endure the harsh weather and stick to the branch? Neither have I. It’s our basic dominant desire to glare, admire, and love things that showcase cheerfulness, like spring. But the life couldn’t be fun if there’s no autumn or winter, but spring or summer.
It had been weeks now that I have repeatedly reminded of that by Dimitri, With every bad news that came to our doorway, he told me to gape at the brighter side of the things.
Every time my response would be, “What if there’s no brighter side?”
He then went quiet, and began to glare at a distance. It was unsettling, but he too had came to terms with our situation. It wasn’t “bright”.
Anyhow, it had been two weeks since I start
