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“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.”
What happens to the wide-eyed observer when the window between reality and unreality breaks and the glass begins to fly?
Life is full of blind curves, and who am I to question the rightness of the direction you chose? But I do know this to be true. Sometimes, it is nearly impossible to look beyond the parameters of the boxes we put ourselves in. And maybe that is the one thing we should somehow find a way to do.
A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.
She felt as if none of this could be real, that it must be one of the countless dreams she’d had over the years where she woke up with a crater of emptiness inside her.
That there must have been some enormous instigating factor to justify turning a person’s life into a nightmare. It seemed unbelievable to me, almost like someone must have exaggerated the eventual outcome, that people couldn’t have been as evil as history recorded them to be.
I’ve seen with my own eyes the tragedy that can result from a single seed of hate. That’s all it takes, really, just one. It’s easy to miss at first, a seemingly benign judgmental word, resentment, jealousy. In the same way that the wind blows spores of a dandelion across a green yard, and they begin to pop up everywhere, the same is true of hatred, the seeds multiplying one by one until the landscape it has fallen upon is forever changed.
“There’s living. And there’s living in the past. I just really want to live. What good would it do for me to spend my time dwelling on something I can’t change?”
We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are. – Anaïs Nin
