as the years go by, you learn that there are precious few things for real, and you meet people who have never had precious things, so you stop saying, "whatever," because there are things for which it can't go the way it should: there are things we can't afford to lose, and people we can't afford to let go of, and so you stop taking risks and you are careful, very careful, so careful that you learn to live with the fragility, with the cracks in a vase that could shatter into a thousand pieces with a breath, with uncertainty.

Whatever heaviness we bring on our shoulders, It is just how we hold it. It can be there and perfectly fit with our nature. And the chaos on the top of it, it becomes order that perfectly stand on itself in a sort of beauty.