"Once my teacher asked me what my favorite color is, and I said ‘Water,’ because water can turn into all the colors like how a blue sky makes it blue and grey clouds make it grey. She said water isn’t a color. I still think it is."
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.