There are no clean breaks
Amputees still have phantom limbs
No matter how sharp the knife
You can never cut out the past
There will always be strings tying you
To where you’ve been before

We are all shaped by our past

You can’t go back
Every second you spend missing
What was before
Is a second you miss
What is now

Slow change is painful
Sometimes you don’t notice
Until that last revelation
If you increase the water by a few degrees
Pretty soon you’re boiling


Fast change is an initial shock
And then you adapt

Change is a process
It’s never painless

Eventually you have to






let







go…