We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.
If reincarnation is real I wonder how many people stare at their own art in museums, listen to their own music they made in a different life and read books they don’t remember writing
I need you all to know that I’m thinking about this post on a daily basis. How many people discover their own graves? How many stares at their own mummies? Visit monuments without remembering they built them?
Maybe our souls are meant to forget so we can discover the world one more time, find beauty again in the little things we had become familiar with, learn again how to love the people we knew for years, find peace and inspiration in the things we did in a different life and were once ashamed of.
