Tell me. Tell me the truth Frank, remember that? We used to live by it. And you know what’s so good about the truth, everyone knows what it is however long they’ve lived without it. No one forgets the truth, Frank, they just get better at lying.
I will not be able to find what I am looking for. Maybe, I will quit seeking. Maybe, such a thing does not exist at all. Maybe, I am confused to think as I am in search.
But what, That is all what life is about; process. You and I would never know the end even if there is one. And it does not matter.
Decieving other is lie but yourself is not being. Carefully listen to yourself and respect others as well as yours.
I love you, Sara.