Jan 3, 2022
It all becomes very simple in my mind. All the wrong choices I’ve made in my life, all the mistakes, they lie out behind me like faulty footsteps. I can see it: every time I should have been kinder, or quicker, or better, every point I should have turned back or started over; it’s all there, written in the dirt. I can’t erase it, can’t undo it or fix it. I can’t go back to make things right, all I can do is go forward. And maybe this, this one thing, I can do right.
Emma Berquist, Devils Unto Dust
