The bells of the Gion Monastery in India echo with the warning that all things are impermanent.
The Blossoms of the Sala Tree teaches all what flourishes must fade.
I may be the exception.
I spent all of my childhood alone. I have no lifelong friends.
I’m thankful, as I write this I smile.
Without that I wouldn’t be the person I am today.
I’ve always been in my own head. Many many nights alone. Wouldn’t have had it any other way.