It pains me to say that I look forward to hindsight. That 20-20 that eats you alive. Regret and forget instead of forgive. Forgiveness is a skill that I hope to one day attain. Hand-crafted like the patch on my back, this paradoxical-leaning concept takes practice and care. One day I'll leave this place, the pain that Zoloft brings and takes away, a distant memory. I'll take from my reflection the pieces that I like. I'll leave behind the lag in the mirror. How funny it is that we never actually see our own face as others do. Simply an image or a reflection in the mirror. We know everything that we see in spite ourselves. To learn to forgive these lags in understanding oneself is to live. I wish to live. I wish to relinquish regret. I wish to construct a life of forgiveness.