“I saw my life as a whole: I followed it up from the days of
childhood, when I walked with my father’s hand.”
-Robert Louis Stevenson
I had often thought to myself my finger had been poised over a sort of self-destruction button all my life, and one day I had finally pressed it.
There are times in life where we take a moment of our time to look back and seek to tease out the ramification of our actions and attempt to imagine how things would have been had we acted otherwise
I have often re-examined a moment not long ago on a crisp October day and wondered.
How would things be different? Would I have kept on my deeply rugged course of meeting others’ expectations, or could my actions have been inevitable?
But you, no more then I, can possibly determine the consequences of decisions we make in our lives.
We have no choice but to have our eyes endearingly fixed on the present and our present eye fixated
on the hopeful future.
It seems like up until now I have keep my past as a hidden dirty secret, which make those a part of my life completely unaware of my past.
But it seems to me about time that I begin to share my story with others because I now have the understanding that to move on from your past, you must let go.
Its all based off my memories, which at times will seem choppy; as if my weaker self is fighting against the higher rational self to stop my whole self from unleashing anguish.
But you must understand it is hard to take yourself back to a place, mentally, that you never wanted to be in the first place.
I can promise you this; everything I am going to tell you is the absolute truth.
In order for you to genuinely understand, even if just a diminutive amount, I have opted to share my story in a veracious matter.
childhood, when I walked with my father’s hand.”
-Robert Louis Stevenson
I had often thought to myself my finger had been poised over a sort of self-destruction button all my life, and one day I had finally pressed it.
There are times in life where we take a moment of our time to look back and seek to tease out the ramification of our actions and attempt to imagine how things would have been had we acted otherwise
I have often re-examined a moment not long ago on a crisp October day and wondered.
How would things be different? Would I have kept on my deeply rugged course of meeting others’ expectations, or could my actions have been inevitable?
But you, no more then I, can possibly determine the consequences of decisions we make in our lives.
We have no choice but to have our eyes endearingly fixed on the present and our present eye fixated
on the hopeful future.
It seems like up until now I have keep my past as a hidden dirty secret, which make those a part of my life completely unaware of my past.
But it seems to me about time that I begin to share my story with others because I now have the understanding that to move on from your past, you must let go.
Its all based off my memories, which at times will seem choppy; as if my weaker self is fighting against the higher rational self to stop my whole self from unleashing anguish.
But you must understand it is hard to take yourself back to a place, mentally, that you never wanted to be in the first place.
I can promise you this; everything I am going to tell you is the absolute truth.
In order for you to genuinely understand, even if just a diminutive amount, I have opted to share my story in a veracious matter.