Why do we feel the need to justify everything? Why do we feel a need to answer every question? Can’t we leave questions unanswered? Can’t anything be just anything? And even if the answer is justifiable/-ied, does it really make it more valuable and truthful than it is?
Sometimes the truth just is. Like how love just is. You can’t justify it nor can you explain it when its magic has you under its spells.
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