My story doesn’t start in darkness and emerge into light. If anyone ever tells you life’s linear like that, kick them in the balls and run. Who ever promised you consistency? Since when could we count on the world to move forward with the logic of a scientist?
Those you trust can still deceive. The sky and sea will pound you with storms, tsunamis, then change back to clear blue before you’re finished blinking. Why? you ask. Because, life answers. I can.