I Wouldn’t Change A Thing

Leave it be.

Emily Ann Mark

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Photo by Kelli McClintock on Unsplash

If I could have a chance to do it all over again, I’d like to change a thing or two. But even if I omitted the stuff that was bad or the stuff that went wrong, who would I be?

Would you know me as who I am today?

I would look at myself in the mirror and see someone else but coming to love who I see is the ultimate win for me.

Because this is the life I was given. The divine destiny. Roll that dice. Win or lose. You have to learn to love the game. Or you’ll play every time miserably.

Shame.

If I could erase some memories I would in a heartbeat. But even without them, again who would I be? Could I learn to befriend the monsters in my head? And learn to love without hesitation of being led astray.

Abandoned.

I am who I am. I’ll be who I’ll be. And no matter what I have to choose and learn to love who I see. Even if I can’t love entirely at least like it a little. I like me, a little.

Tolerate.

Sometimes it’s a maddening process if you try to make sense of it. I’m becoming more at ease to allow myself to just sit.

Listen. Watch. Observe. Be.

I know, I know. Even in the grand scheme of things, should I be given the opportunity to erase stuff I would rather forget. I wouldn’t. Because erasing the grief would alter my existence.

Erasing it would alter me.

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Emily Ann Mark

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