Remember how I used to overbelieve in my Libra-ness? That every good had a corresponding bad? That for every joyful moment, there would be a sorrow equivalent? Just when times were going really well this winter, King Leonidas has fallen. We had to put Leo down due to a liver disease and it was hit time to go. It was time to let him go.
So I guess it remains as facts. The Libra-ness of my life continues to ring true. For every good there really is a bad. For every joy there is a sorrow. Or maybe it’s the Bruce Lee family curse? And now I’m not sure what to believe anymore.
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