62. A Time

I've read somewhere that there's a time for all things. To live. To die. To love. To hate. And probably to have children as well. Maybe it is not as corny or superstitious as it sounds. Maybe it is just right. Perhaps I just have to experience it to know. That it is right. And in what way it is right.

40. Constellation

I always thought it was a cliché, not worth much, that there is this cycle of life and death. Or perhaps of life and new life, depending on how you look at it. But I find at times like these, just thinking of the cycle is reassuring. No matter if anything happens to each and every one of us after our cycle ends.