If it’s important to you, you’ll find a way. If it’s not, you’ll find an excuse.
Excuses are little lies we tell ourselves to justify being a horrible person.
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” — Anais Nin