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Rated: E · Prose · Psychology · #2100433
A response to a deeply felt and very revealing public display of distress
If it were in my power, I would put my coat around you, offer you some warmth and whisper a re-assurance that even the worst wounds heal, eventually, leaving perhaps scars, aches that come and go, shrinking and dulling with time.

Sometimes a successful life is having the courage to trust in hope over experience, having the determination to seize opportunity and never succumbing to the fear of what might happen, or the pity of things that have.

You only get one chance at life. Death will take you soon enough. So in the meantime, be courageous, for you have nothing to lose but time and what you might have done with it.

Regret and despair will cloy you to themselves and you will call them home. You will keep them in conscientious discomfort and treasure all their pains; each room a distressing memory, burnished, stored and lovingly pulled out for bitter private refreshment, or like rough vinegar, poured liberally for visitors...

Only you can walk out on that. Just pack what you need for the road and leave.

Now.
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