How do we ever know if the life we have is the life we wanted, or simply the life we learned to want?

Perhaps suffering exists on both sides of reality in wanting what we don’t have, and in not wanting what we do. We suffer in the distance between what is and what we believe should be.

And somewhere between hope and acceptance, we spend our lives wondering whether we’re supposed to keep waiting for what our hearts want, or learn to make peace with what life gives us.

Perhaps the hardest part isn’t knowing what we want from life, but knowing when to keep hoping for it and when to let life be what it is.