Sometimes, my mind is like a broken record, replaying endlessly certain scenes in my life. Sometimes, I am willing party in indulging this little quirk. Sometimes, it is as if my mind has a mind of its own.
And as I watch my life play out in front of me, I start to feel a strange stirring of my heart. At times heavy, at times happy, at times undecided. Reminiscing can be a painful process. It can also be a liberating experience.
I guess her point is that I will be able to come to some realization about my self, who I am and what I stand for. I guess my point is that I don’t see a point.
Except this: I am such a broody two-shoes!