One second isn't a lot of time. But it's long enough to forget and let the feeling go, instead of holding onto it.
On realizing that I’m tired of looking backward, that it’s time to turn forward and cross the bridge in front of me.
How is it possible that the unfeeling atoms in my body can align, know to align, to vibrate on a wavelength of grief and loss, at this exact time?
Equating fear with progress instead of with THERE'S A TIGER RUNNNNNN!
Gratitude doesn't have to be tied to guilt. Neither does anger.