I know of no better way

to rid yourself of all regret

and to love yourself without remorse

than to make something of beauty, which you can give to the world;

something of beauty that could never have been

had so much as a piece of dust fallen differently...

Had every hair not loosened,

had every wound not opened,

had your life not been ruined

by the words that were said

or the thoughts left unspoken.

Because...

For Beauty to exist

and be beautiful,

It must be broken.