Your assumptions are your windows on the world. Scrub them off every once in a while, or the light won’t come in.
Why must you burn me every time you reappear? Do you enjoy the torture you’ve inflicted upon me? Let me believe in your absence, stop haunting me please!
I want some kind of reminder that while wounds heal, they don’t disappear forever- I carry them everywhere, always, and that is the way of things, the way of scars.
Don’t lose heart if it’s very difficult at times, everything will come out all right and nobody can in the beginning do as he wishes.
Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it