I'm constantly surprised at myself.
What I always tell people has proven to be true time and time again: If you ask me what I would do in a given hypothetical situation, I would not be able to answer with any certainty. I don't know how I'm going to react to something until I am actually confronted with it.
And so after a moment of weakness, a wave of nostalgia and a trip down memory lane, I woke up the next morning wondering if it had happened at all.
'I have this strange feeling that I'm not myself anymore. It's hard to put into words, but I guess it's like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.' Haruki Murakami
I knew it was wrong and yet I did it anyway. Stupid.
But when my mind cleared, I tried to take responsibility for my own actions. I did what I thought was rightest possible way of fixing it. I took it as an opportunity to learn and grow.
I will do better.
Me.
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