Perfect Strangers

by J.T. Geissinger

The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. ~ Ernest Hemingway

But the thing people don’t realize is that the past is a living, breathing entity that exists apart from our wishes or best intentions. It’s not gone, and it’s certainly not invisible. Its fingerprints are smeared all over every moment of the present, its weight drags on every second of the future, its consequences echo down every hallway of our lives. We can no more rid ourselves of the past than we could stop the earth from spinning.