Sometimes I wonder if anything is absolute anymore. Is there still right and wrong, good and bad, truth and lies? Or is everything negotiable? Left to interpretation. Gray?
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing.
And wait without love.
For love would be love, of the wrong thing.
Yet there is faith.
But the faith and the hope and the love, are all in the waiting.And the darkness shall be light and the stillness the dancing.
— T.S Elliot
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