真相并不总是美丽的,美丽的话语也不一定是真相。
Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。
You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.