Love, despite what they tell you, does not conquer all, nor does it even usually last. In the end the romantic aspirations of our youth are reduced to, whatever works.
Whatever love you can get and give, whatever happiness you can filch or provide, every temporary measure of grace, whatever works. And don't kid yourself. Because its by no means up to your own human ingenuity. A bigger part of your existence is luck, than you'd like to admit. You know the odds of your fathers one sperm from the billions, finding the single egg that made you?. Don't think about it, you'll have a panic attack.
Whatever works - Woody Allen 2009.
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