The truth is, I could have been over this by now, but I haven’t chosen to be.
That is a whole bucket of truth, right there.
I am unsure of what magic key I am missing. What delirious scent of truth is bypassing my senses, what spark it is that will ignite the final piece of not being in pain. But I know that it is there, and I haven’t chosen to see it. I haven’t chosen to accept it. (more…)