Even the greatest love will fade,
Even the closest of friends must separate one day,
Even the strongest body and most resolute will cannot escape the fate of death.
And the heart will feel, the heart will fear,
The heart will hurt, the heart will ache,
The heart will cry, and long, and suffer as the waves of emotions lash against the shores of human experiences.
Only a calm, contented heart will weather the fiercest of storms and come out unscathed.
Everything is empty,
Nothing is real.
Everything is an illusion,
Nothing is mine to own or mine to cling onto.
Be prepared,
Prepared to separate from that which is dearest to your heart and not flinch.
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