Cold mornings are filled with heartache. As the leaves fall from the trees, as the axe bites into the wood be comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and confusion in your soul means that you are still alive, still human, and still open to the beauty of the world, even though you have chosen nothing to deserve it.
And when you resent the ache in your heart, remember you will be dead and buried soon enough.
Inspired from Tinker
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