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” pb Hill i wish, when i was a kid, i hadn’t been afraid of elevators, heights, God or death. i wish, when i was teen, i hadn’t thought i’d live forever. i wish i had understood Time better. Seconds, minutes, hours, days. (But that’s how it should be. Time works that way.) It recklessly grows with You, i wish and wish, and i wonder why. Wasting time all the time. Not too busy to try. i wish when i was younger i wouldn’t have thought i was invincible. i wish i had understood that life can change instantaneously. i wish i had loved myself more and criticized me less. More often than not (yes, even today) i wish i could trust me. i wish i could find inside me what Christ died for. (Maybe He’s the only One Who really needs to know.) i wish and wish, and i wonder why, Wishing fixes nothing. That takes attempting to try. i wish i didn’t use fragile words. Words like Never, Always, and Forever. They break so easily. Their shards cut so deeply. Though those wounds can heal, The scars remain to torment (During a weak or sad moment.) i wonder if i had run more, played more, laughed more, Would i be full of life now? If i had practiced more courtesy, kindness, trust, and love,
Would i have those things in my life still? Can aloneness be blamed on history? i wonder and wonder. And i wish why.