moths and butterflies.

Perhaps one of the great tragedies in life is that we tend to appreciate the things only when we've lost it. And despite knowing that life as we know it, is altogether too ephemeral and that you never know what could be around the corner, we never qutie get down to doing or saying the things that meant the most. Until it's too late to change anything. And we spend the rest of our lives regretting that.

And perhaps, even with that, we're just too caught up with everything to step back away from it all and become vulnerable, if only it would have meant something special to someone. Maybe it's as self-denial mechanism that we have. Thinking that it would never happen to us or anybody we know. Despite knowing better.

And this is how it probably will be for most of us, most of the time. You ask if we can live with ourselves.


And strangely enough, we can.


We just try so hard to, even if it burns.


. Arigato .