One of the "joys" of being human is the frequent faceplants in the sidewalk of life. They frustrate, humiliate, mortify, infuriate and bring us up sharply. Sometimes they hurt, badly. Sometimes we learn from them, sometimes we don't. I believe that some of them can become memories that make us smile, though some never can.
I hope someday when the freshness of the sting is gone, and this is nothing but a memory, you'll smile, with less regret and more compassion for yourself.
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I hope someday when the freshness of the sting is gone, and this is nothing but a memory, you'll smile, with less regret and more compassion for yourself.
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