Selfnote-17. 11.24

"There is a kind of sadness that arises when you know too much, when you see the world as it really is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a great 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 realization is a profound loneliness, a sense of being separated from the world, from other people, from oneself."