| People have scars in all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret roadmaps of their personal histories...diagrams of all their old wounds. Most of our old wounds heal leaving nothing behind but a scar, but some of them don't.
Some wounds we carry with us everywhere, and though the cuts long gone...the pain still lingers. ******* Maybe our old wounds teach us something...they remind us of where we've been and what we've overcome. They teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future. That's what we like to think. But that's not the way it is, is it? Some things we just have to learn over and over and over again. |
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| Time takes pleasure in kicking our asses. For even the strongest of us, it seems to play tricks...slowing down...hovering...until it freezes...leaving us stuck in a moment, unable to move in one direction or the other. All any of us wants is more time. Time to stand up. Time to grow up. Time to let go. Time. |
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