What is this life, if but a shadow of the past?
I can’t help but think lately of the past. Isn’t our past supposed to teach us? Entitle us to a better future because we learned from our mistakes? In my experience, history has done nothing but repeat itself. Unknowingly, I make the same decisions I would have made if I had never made the prior mistakes. Is there some ‘I can’t learn from my mistakes’ disease? And if there is, is there a cure? Can someone save me from myself? I would like to think that I’m not one who needs saving, but… I try not to be a liar. I’ve only ever been strong when I needed to be, when I had to be. But on an everyday, live your life basis, it’s not enough.