"And they went on as though everything had happened."

How can we keep going, knowing what has been?
The only thing that keeps me going is the not knowing. Not knowing what is ahead, what has become of you, what cannot be.

I used to love math.
I loved math because I understood it. It was the same everywhere, complex yet comprehendible.
Now,
now I love people.

I love people because they are so impossible to understand.
I love people because they are complex. Because the brush strokes that make up your complexion are not just black and white but a multitude of colours that fade into all the emotions under the sun. All that is within and ahead. I am both in awe of, and haunted by, the human race. How can there be so much beauty and so much agony, living side by side, both one and the same. The beauty in a crying soul and the devastation in its sadness. The rippling of the river, the carving of the rock. New beginnings and new endings go hand by hand, inhaling the madness.

What do you do when you're faced with such incongruities?
One must go on, as though everything had happened.

I'm sorry I have not been around, I guess I've just been swept under by the rapids where once flowed a burn. I'm trying to keep my head above water, I promise. I'm learning how to swim again.