1. I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost...I am helpless. It isn't my fault. It takes forever to find a way out.
2. I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I am in the same place. But, it isn't my fault. It still takes a long time to get out.
3. I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in...it is a habit. My eyes are open. I know where I am.
4. I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.
5. I walk down a different street.
I am not sure where this came from but I love it. Very reminiscient of life, hmmm?
Monday, December 21, 2009
Autobiography in 5 short chapters
Posted by Rip Curl Mom at 9:28 AM
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2 comments:
I gotta get to step 5. :)
Too many people get stuck in that hole for a very, very long time.
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