passion unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.

Sometimes I wonder if anything's absolute anymore. Is there still right and wrong? Good and bad? Truth and lies? Or is everything negotiable, left to interpretation, grey? Sometimes we're forced to bend the truth, transform it cause we're faced with things that are not of our own making. And sometimes things simply catch up to us. Truth is still absolute. Believe that, even when that truth is hard and cold and more painful than you've ever imagined. And even when that truth is more painful than any lie.