Nothing is perfect. Print (Red)
Nothing is perfect. Tragedy and splendor intermingle in every moment, and touch every heart. The terrible and the sublime are woven into the fabric of our existence with precisely the same skill and eloquence. Struggle, loss, and pain run through one life and into the next, but, just like love and compassion, they connect us. A grand, vast, incomprehensible pattern would be unravelled without them. And though your life is itself only a single thread in that tapestry, the beauty of humanity would be that much less intricate without you.