Forgiveness Is Hard. Acceptance Is Doable.

You Know, When You Think About It, That’s Kind Of A Weird Thing. I Mean It’s Meant To Be Sympathetic, Right? But It’s Kind Of Not. Like You’re Telling The Person There’s Nothing Unique About What They’re Saying I Considered This As A Couple Of Kids On Rollerblades Whizzed Past, Hockey Sticks Over Their Shoulders. “yeah,” I Said, Finally, “but You Could Also Look At It The Other Way. Like No Matter How Bad Things Are For You, I Can Still Relate.

Your Actions Is Like A Raindrop; It Falls Into The Pond Making Ripples And Then Its Over.

Clearly, Sharing Something Could Take You A Long Way, Or At Least To A Different Place Than You'd Planned. Like A Friendship Or A Family, Or Even Jsut Alone On A Curb On A Saturday, Trying To Get Your Bearings As Best You Can.

The Thing Is I'm A Great Believer In The Perfect Moment. They Don't Come Around That Often.

Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda. It's So Easy In The Past Tense.