People have scars in all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret road maps of their personal histories...diagrams of all their old wounds.Most of our old wounds heal leaving nothing behind but a scar, but some of them don't.Some wounds we carry with us everywhere...and though the cuts long gone...What's worse, new wounds which are so horribly painful...or old wounds that should have healed years ago and never did.Maybe our old wounds teach us something...they remind us of where we've been and what we've overcome.But that's not the way it is, is it? Somethings, we just have to learn over and over and over again.
And that is my favorite mistake. Learning over and over again. Becoming someone's pain in the ass and said sorry for more than God knows. For example you're in The Amazing Race,each contestants always have a plan, where to go, when to go, yada yada yada. But even with the best plans, complications can arise, things can arise and suddenly you're caught with your pants down. The thing about plans is...they don't take into account the unexpected. So, when we're thrown a curve ball, whether it's in the race, or in life. We have to improvise [which I've been telling myself over and over and over again]. Of course, some of us are better at it than others. Some of us just have to move on to Plan B and make the best of it. And sometimes...what we want...is exactly...what we need. But sometimes...Sometimes what we need is a new plan. And I need it.