I, for a long time, thought
Life moves in a line,
-perhaps majorly crooked-
Like the legendary Taoist river.
However, I’ve been taught
By great master Existence
That just like recovery is no linear process,
Life is a river with scattered pits of maelstroms
And streams branching off.
I could and should learn from it,
Yet I always tend to forget.
Denial is sweet.
(the images was copied from pinterest.ca. thank you.)
Trezvennost II 