I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost... I am helpless. It isnt my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I dont see it. I fall in again. I cant believe I am in the same place. But, it isnt my fault. It still takes me a long time to get out. I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in. Its a habit. My eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately. I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it. I walk down another street. (Portia Nelson)
Posted on: Sun, 13 Apr 2014 04:15:57 +0000
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