Everything changes. And nothing changes. People die. More are born. And in between, we exist. I never wanted to do more than that. Just exist.
Death created time to grow the things that it would kill, and you are reborn but into the same life that you’ve always been born into.
‘Tis a mother’s burden to suffer the birth of her babe, but all agony pales when placed in measure with the cold death of a child.
I was not born into a life of wealth. I don’t have the luxury of being able to cause trouble and get away with it.