Being stuck in the past is something that happens a lot to me. I remember things as if they just happened. And often relive memories in dreams.
I will always forgive and try to forget but it’s never that easy to erase my mind. It just sticks in your head, eating at you. Replaying scenes from your past again, and again, you always imagine an alternative- changing the ending…
What’s’ interesting about this semi depressing little tail is; it’s made me who I am. Each dusty road, dark path and old broken down form of transportation, Each barrier I’ve climbed over, every time I’ve tripped and fallen…when I was pushed. When I starved when I was to weak to travel anymore. When I found a stream, when I almost drowned… the adventures of my life have made me who I am.
I recently thought about “what would I do if I went back” could I have changed things? How far back would I go? Would it make a difference?
Would I be happy?
It pains me to say this. But NO. I wouldn’t go back at all…
Christ is holding the Map in my amazing race, he provides the streams, which I am stupid enough to fall into, and he provides the paths, which I am silly enough to trip on…
Where I am, who I’ve met, what I’ve done- all dependant on the slimmest stran of coincidence, yet its a Delicately woven plan
One slight change and this wouldn’t have even been written..
Is this not Balance?
Is this not Direction?
We don’t control our path; if we did…we would always be lost
Screw you GPS…
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