even if shit continues to hit the fan, pretty much everyone ends up exactly where theyβre supposed to be. you will find a place to live, a job, a lover, friends, etc. just keep going and it will be ok.
There are a million reasons why something may not work. And yet, that doesn't seem to stop the universe. Things seem to work out every day... IDK. I hate the idea of being naive, and we have real problems to deal with, but it took thirty years to realize things could actually go better than expected. Crazy.
If I have to believe in something, it may as well be this.
