The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.
But when the skeletons of the past make a reappearance, you cannot help but feel that fear that drives you under.
Yes, we can never go back and change the past, but the past is still close to us. The things we have tried to forget and put behind us will always come back to stir again.
Did I foresee this? Not even in my darkest dreams that haunt me at night have I even managed to imagine this one ever coming to the surface again.
Have I left such a path in my wake that it will constantly come back and take me by surprise when I least expect it? I believe that I have lived my life by the good deeds that I have done; how come does the ones that you get wrong to be the ones that will define what happens to you next in your life?
