They say you cannot run from the past; that it will come back to haunt you; now I know that they were right. No ocean is wide enough, no journey long enough to escape the fears and horrors of long ago. But I did not know that then.
They say you cannot escape from trouble; that it will follow behind you wherever you go like an obedient dog; now I know that they were right. The longer you run, the stronger trouble is. But I did not know that then.
Innocence cannot last forever, as the great, wide, cold world has proven to me. Childhood hopes and dreams will rarely come true, and, as much as we’d like it, we can never go back to the beginning and start living all over again. We can only stumble on blindly, stubbing our toes and catching our feet in every crack and cranny in that long road of mere existence that we sometimes dare to call life.
Life is hard, and life is cruel, and it is hard to extract its diamonds from the coal.
