Saturday, April 28, 2012

A little thought.


You know how toddlers are innocent and brave and the only things that really upset them are being hungry or cold or sore? I wish I could go back to that. I wish I had a clean slate with no prejudices. I wish people hadn't broken me.

Nowadays, that's a badge of honour. People flash it around with pride - they've been hurt, they don't trust people, life's handed them a bad deal and for the rest of their life, that's how they want to be defined. As the broken kid. It's not a badge of honour, it's wound. You're supposed to let it heal and let it become part of your past, not keep it exposed and raw and festering with each day.

Most days I just wish I knew how to do that.

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