Saturday, September 5, 2009
Past makes me look back of the pain I had in each yesterday. He reminds me of the mistakes I need to correct and the mistakes from which I never learned. There is a part of him that I neglect to see but that is exactly what he is for--a mark of insight. Often than not, it is I who refuse to watch back the happiness in each tomorrow of my each yesterday. With which, he taught me that my life continues whether I leave or stop at him.