Life is strange. It's weird. It's up and down and all around.
Try to escape and you run in circles.
Try to understand it and it evades your grasp.
Try to ignore it and it consumes.
Paths we weave, paths we blaze, future and past - we live our lives. We intermingle with other paths, sometimes crossing, sometimes parallel, sometimes we join up.
But its so dynamic, it is always changing, and what we once think we understood changes on its head, our paths zig zag and loop-de-loop and pull!
When we think we've finally settled, and things are 'normal' at last, a stare into the night sky and a tear down the cheek brings it all back. The sheer meaning, purpose, and existence of anything at all - anything at all. It boggles and contorts our minds.
Some of us brush it under. Some of us hold it high. Some of us battle and fight it, confused as to where to put it.
It just is, and all that is, just is. And we make it and weave it, and are force-fed it and stung by it. It's strange, it's weird, it's odd and even. We can never really get it and we'll never totally be in the dark. It's a place of mystery and wonder.
But if and when you forget, remember, that Life is Strange.
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