Nobody is born a hero. And it’s a difficult thing to become.
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.
All life is born from chaos and destruction.
‘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.
Your first born has returned… Father.
It looks like this person was born without footprints. Which is impossible, by the way.
I do not understand why humans celebrate their births. Everyone who is alive has been born. It is not special. A birthday party is just a participation trophy.
