Do you ever sit back and think about some things you’ve done in the past and feel a throbbing pain within you because you feel as though the person who did all those wasn’t you at all? Like whenever you’re reminded about any of them, you just mutter under your breath an instant “Shite.” or “Goddamn it.”? And then all of the sudden, you just find yourself smiling because as much as you want to reproach yourself for having done a series of both accidental and deliberate mistakes, you just couldn’t anymore? So what you do is smile. You smile because somehow, those episodes of faultiness brought you whatever you have now. And even though you don’t like the state you’re currently in and the surrounding and environment you have, you smile, still. Because even though you hate it, and even though you don’t want to admit it, you know deep down that it’s relatively fun to have bits of memories to look back into so you can occasionally laugh or get mad at yourself and actually feel connected to who you really are. You don’t know it, we don’t know it— because we try to deny and ignore it on a consistent basis— but the connection that links or the bond that ties us to ourselves is one of the most substantial things in our existence.Do you ever sit back and think about some things you’ve done in the past and feel a throbbing pain within you because you feel as though the person who did all those wasn’t you at all? Like whenever you’re reminded about any of them, you just mutter under your breath an instant “Shite.” or “Goddamn it.”? And then all of the sudden, you just find yourself smiling because as much as you want to reproach yourself for having done a series of both accidental and deliberate mistakes, you just couldn’t anymore? So what you do is smile. You smile because somehow, those episodes of faultiness brought you whatever you have now. And even though you don’t like the state you’re currently in and the surrounding and environment you have, you smile, still. Because even though you hate it, and even though you don’t want to admit it, you know deep down that it’s relatively fun to have bits of memories to look back into so you can occasionally laugh or get mad at yourself and actually feel connected to who you really are. You don’t know it, we don’t know it— because we try to deny and ignore it on a consistent basis— but the connection that links or the bond that ties us to ourselves is one of the most substantial things in our existence.
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