"There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is.
It is the sadness of understanding that life
is not a grand adventure,
but a series of small, insignificant moments,
that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself."
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add not a word, “nor sound or syllable,” in silence
read repeatedly
in profound loneliness
covered
and
uncovered
and soon
recovered.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 4:38 PM UTC
"There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is.
It is the sadness of understanding that life
is not a grand adventure,
but a series of small, insignificant moments,
that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself."
<><<>><>
add not a word, “nor sound or syllable,” in silence
read repeatedly
in profound loneliness
covered
and
uncovered
and soon
recovered.
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