My life. My choices. My regrets.

lördag 13 juni 2009

Poem

Albert Camus once wrote.
Blessed are the hearts that can bend. They shall never be broken.

But I wonder.
If there's no breaking then there's no healing. And if there's no healing then there's no learning. And if there's no learning then there's no struggle. But the struggle is a part of life. So must all hearts be broken?

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