Maybe answers do not lie around the world for us to find.
Maybe answers actually lie in us when we are willing to share ourselves with open hearts and closed eyes.
Maybe trust is not here to protect anyone, but to set ourselves free.
To trust that we will be found, even if that means only being found by ourselves.
Maybe trust is permission to speak about your blood with strangers.
There is probably no proven point in life.
Why we do what we do, how we do it, and with whom.
Maybe the point is to find peace in the present despite the pain of uncertainty.
So let's kiss sunburned skin and lick the rain from open wounds.
Let's live like we will live forever under the Italian sun.
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