It pains me to say that I look forward to hindsight.  That 20-20 that eats you alive.  Regret and forget instead of forgive.  Forgiveness is a skill that I hope to one day attain.  Hand-crafted like the patch on my back, this paradoxical-leaning concept takes practice and care.  One day I'll leave this place, the pain that Zoloft brings and takes away, a distant memory.  I'll take from my reflection the pieces that I like.  I'll leave behind the lag in the mirror.  How funny it is that we never actually see our own face as others do.  Simply an image or a reflection in the mirror.  We know everything that we see in spite ourselves.  To learn to forgive these lags in understanding oneself is to live.  I wish to live.  I wish to relinquish regret.  I wish to construct a life of forgiveness.