You're out on the streets and you see a small child, about 5 years old, face smeared with dirt and clothes torn in multiple places, selling colouring books. You immediately identify his desperate condition and feel uncontrollable despise towards child labour. You bitterly think, "Why can't everyone in this world be equal? No black, no white? No poor, no rich?"
But we don't realize that if the farmers were rich enough to quit their tiresome job, there wouldn't be any crops grown. Resulting in starvation and hunger.
Just like this, when people leave your life, it is always for a reason. That's just the way it works. Maybe they were toxic for you, maybe you were toxic for them. But you people were not meant to stay united.
That's just the way it works. Let life lead you towards your fate, you won't regret it.
Go with the flow.
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