Years passed, youth became man and men became warriors. Adventures blossomed, wild creatures were tamed, and lost affections were borne bravey. How many great loves are we allowed in this lifetime? Three, five or just one?
( we always neglect other seemingly negligible parts of our life, believing that the good times will never end, but the sad fact is, they always do. like 'wow'. nobody says zen in a good way anymore, a zen-like person doesnt carry his phantoms of the former self, the right or the wrong thing, whatever.