Portia Nelson

July 18, 2008


I walk down the street.
There is a hole.
I don’t see it.
I fall in.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes a very long time to get out.


I walk down the same street.
There is still a deep hole.
I pretend not to see it.
I fall in.
I pretend it’s still not my fault.
It takes a long time to get out.


I walk down the same street.
There is still the same deep hole.
I see it.
I fall in anyway.
It’s a habit.
I get out quicker this time.


I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole.
I see it.
I walk around it.
I don’t fall in.


I walk down a different street.



love, now and always, 

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