It’s almost as if I want to have my cake and eat it too; as if I can never be fully content. And I can’t understand why. Why do I always want more? I’ve been so blessed over the last four months or so, but my mind still drifts into the deep from time to time. ‘Curiosity killed the cat’, as they say.
However, if I don’t willingly sail into the murky waters of the past every so often, I’ll go insane when these old truths come to surface by surprise. But why must I do this? Why do I still think about this? I am more than satisfied at the moment with the sweetness that life has given me
I guess I’ll just have to accept past pain for what it is; it’s like a scar. I know it’s always going to be there, but I can live with it.