How I wished to go somewhere. I walked on with this thought in mind. I wanted to ride a train. That was my thought. I wanted to ride somewhere, anywhere, with no destination in mind and to a place I have never been before.

"Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all.
Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild.
So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you.
And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.'

It might take some couple weeks, few months or even few years. But eventually we all will have this moment; the moment in which the memories won’t make us want to cry anymore, in which we can go through the old pictures and whatever memento we still have and smile. The moment we realize that no, there is no going back, this is all what it is now just “a memory”, So we put it back in some old box somewhere we’ll forget over the years.
and gently put it off-sight in some dark corner of our hearts.

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Metanoia

If you fail to plan
You plan to fail

"I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library."

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By Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

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