From the words of Hannibal Lecter"our scars have the power to remind us that our past was real" And it does. No matter how much I want to erase all memory of my heartaches, my frustrations, it doesn’t matter. Because in the end, I will still look back and realize that it did happen and I can’t do anything about it.
But why does it still hurt when we touch our scars?
Ugggh! Why my life is so a far cry from? -_________-
Sometimes I just don't know.
Other times I just don't know. What I do know is, the more I know, the more there is to know, and the more I know, the less happy I am.
So, ultimately I just don't know all the time, I suppose, and I don't know most of the time, and when I don't know regarding the things I don't know, I tend to be happiest.
You know?
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