I often find myself thinking about the past. Am I any closer to accepting things? Do I really believe what I say? Or are they just empty words with no power nor meaning to them? I think it depends on how I’m feeling on a particular day. Sometimes it’s fine. Sometimes it’s not. It’s a constant struggle and even with all my patience, I still feel I need more.
I suppose that’s the price of being human.
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