I suppose most things in this life aren’t meant to make sense. I am in love with being free. The soul’s journey is meant to be a mystery. Everything is literally meaningless, unless you give it meaning. You need to have knowledge, but do not let knowledge steer you from seeking the truth. The human body and mind are amazing tools. Every damage is curable, if you understand and let it be. 
Like a cypher, life gives you all the pieces to solve your own mystery. You question your life, your choices, your thoughts, yourself. Fickle lovers tarnish trust. Bad lovers incinerate passion. What was once dead has been brought back to life, yet I’m not sure it was worth it. Sometimes alone is more satisfying than being together. Which is a sad space to experience. Wandering sounds safer than staying.