nothing straight

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.)

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