I believe everything happens for a reason.
People change so you can learn to let go.
Things go wrong so that you can appreciate then when they're right.
You believe lies so that you will eventually learn to trust no one but yourself.
And, sometimes, good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
What you have to decide is how you want your life to be.
If you forever was ending tomorrow, would this be how you'd want to have spent it?
Listen, the truth is nothing is guaranteed.
You know that more than anybody. So, don't be afraid. Be alive.
But sometimes we are so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs.
How to tell from the ones who want and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave.
And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on you own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future.
Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on.
I wanted a perfect ending.
Now I have learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end.
Life is about not knowing, having to change, talking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what is going happen next.
Delicious Ambiguity.
No, I didn't still forget. There are things that we didn't forget...
Minh’alma, de sonhar-te, anda perdida
