We begin somewhere and then we rise, moving through situation after situation, overcoming obstacle after obstacle. Defining life through events no longer serves me. I am not my history, although most would claim we are so shaped by our past circumstances and situations, and I seek to look ahead and not behind. Limitations locked in time, most of my memories hold little charm and while I know they cannot harm me, I will not be a prisoner to my past.
The decades of my life have moved like the scenes from a window on a train speeding to it’s destination. They blur and distort, becoming fragments of a dream I once remembered but cannot now put the pieces to and finally, FINALLY, I do not care for that was never me.
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