It might be in mine and my ancestors nature to have evolved through acing adaptation.
I feel so shallow, so evanescent in realizing that it is not that hard to move on. there is nothing that I cannot live with, no one that I will forever long for and miss once they are taken away from me.
really, it's not that hard to move on. life goes on without my most accustomed habits.
perhaps there is no regrets when I really do give my all.
whether too seemingly attached or too shallow, i'm doing fine. this is me, in my most basic human form. adaptation has triumphed once again.
