You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life. In the same way the most fertile emotions will be lost to you if you insist on analyzing them.
I scraped away at the frost of my past and saw the clarity of my future through the panes of my heart, and I saw you there, standing with such beauty; I will never forget the day that I learned to love again.
Once, Picasso was asked what his paintings meant. He said, “Do you ever know what the birds are singing? You don’t. But you listen to them anyway.” So, sometimes with art, it is important just to look.