At the end of the world.

At the lonely corners of the world,
where the sun's warmth never survived.

Figures in solitude is ever more so prominent.


And even the valiant cowers in the face of loneliness.


Not all hope is lost for love,


And joy,


Will exist amidst every winter.


Love is not about how many times you hurt yourself when falling but how many times someone is there to hold you back, to support you when you are in need.


Joy is not about the number of fortunate events that happened in your life but the number of times you bravely stood up to confront the impending onslaught of darkness and misfortune.


Success is not how many times you appear in the foreground but how many times you nobly recede into the background so that someone else can recieve their share of the spotlight.


Ultimately, life is not about how cold the environment is but rather how much warmth you can inject into other people's hearts. This is what makes life worth living for.

-ArAiriEz