Looking back at the past few years, is like looking at the devestation a war can cause.
I'm sure there are many people who can look at all of that destruction and memorys of moments that caused them pain, times when the hurdle seemed just too hard to jump and the seconds it would take to crumble all the work a year of hard work had built.
Chalk it up to experience? Not this time. Chalk it up to fate.
Obviously there are things that happen in life that we can't explain the use of... Death of loved ones, war over power. Mindless violence. But learning curves in everyday life need to be viewed as exactly that.
if you've never been driven through the woods, you wouldn't know how clear the sky is when night falls and it all becomes clear and silent.
Everytime i feel the hurt running through my veins, it does not make me sad any more... it focuses in on how much my life has changed because of these events.
Enter: Sliding doors.
If you hadn't missed that tram, you never would have been at the stop long enough to see that person who you loved at first sight.
If you hadn't woken up late that day, you wouldnt have needed to check your emails when you did and you wouldnt have seen those pictures when you were snooping through a hardrive that didn't belong to you. You would have never cried, You would have never broken. You would have never realised that the hurt you felt was a measure on how much you really loved that person. You would have maybe not stayed with them. You would have let them go.
Choices are ours to make 95% of the time. But it's my belief that moments that scar you are lessons of life all over your body that were chosen for us from the moment we were born.
They aren't always pretty, but they are there forever.
Si vous ne pouvait comprendre combien je vous ai aimés. Si seulement j'avais permettez moi-même.
