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they were done worshipping the landscape, and they just put down their hands and moved into the sky
.."the world is always changing, and therefore deserves to be seen fresh every day."
I hate, sometimes, that the things I thought and said in yesterdays somehow follow me to today, even though I don't want them to.
Even though, really, they shouldn't. Because they so seldom apply to anything I'm saying and thinking today.
Sometimes I think I would love it if I could shed the skin of every yesterday while I sleep, and wake up with a fresh canvas to paint myself on every morning.
But it doesn't work that way, does it?
And not always because we don't let ourselves. Mostly, I think, it's that we don't let each other.
I hate, sometimes, that the things I thought and said in yesterdays somehow follow me to today, even though I don't want them to.
Even though, really, they shouldn't. Because they so seldom apply to anything I'm saying and thinking today.
Sometimes I think I would love it if I could shed the skin of every yesterday while I sleep, and wake up with a fresh canvas to paint myself on every morning.
But it doesn't work that way, does it?
And not always because we don't let ourselves. Mostly, I think, it's that we don't let each other.