Has it ever occurred to you that the world—for better or worse—continues on without you despite your position here on earth?
Lately I noticed that I am surrounded by few and fewer people by a mixture of own choice and circumstance. Yet I kept pushing some people further away because I don’t want to be held down by our rather miserable shared past.
At times, I feel guilty cause I have some sense of responsibility, as a human being, to forgive and to understand that no one is perfect. But when you’re poisoned repeatedly despite the forgiveness and so called moving on, what choices do you have left with?