life...

What’s worse?

New wounds which are so horribly painful

Or old wounds that should have healed years ago and never did.

Maybe our old wounds teach us something

They remind us where we’ve been and what we’ve overcome
they teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future

That’s what we'd like to think...

But that’s not the way it is, is it.

Some things we just have to learn over and over and over again.

We have to learn our own lessons.

We have to sweep today’s possibility under tomorrow’s rug,

Until we can’t anymore,

Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin meant.

That knowing is better than wondering.

That waking is better than sleeping.

And even the biggest failure, even the worst most intractable mistake,

Beats the hell out of trying.