Puzzle of life

Ever looked back and thought, what the hell went wrong?

                 Wouldn't life be so much easier if there was a manual?
For some reason, today I couldn't help but reminisce the past and wonder why things changed so much.
At one point, my life was going exactly the way I wanted it to. Then out of no where, BAM, everything changed. Don't get me wrong, I like that my life is now a mystery and has so many paths it could take, but sometimes the feeling of discontent creeps in and makes me think about what could have been.

I made the mistake of looking at old photos, which could only end one way.. laughing hysterically at the good ole times with a muscle aching smile, then blubbering like a baby because they no longer exist and will only ever be a memory now.

Studies have shown that emotional pain only lasts twelve minutes. Anything after that is self inflicted by over thinking and worrying. When you don't think about something or become distracted, you tend to not feel the hurt or sorrow. It is only once we recommence going over and over the event, that our mind and body start feeling the pain again.

Why does the human race find it so difficult to accept unwanted situations or anything we can't control? Do we, secretly deep down, enjoy punishing ourselves? Find some sort of comfort in the salty liquid we secrete from our eyes? Why can't we just be hurt for twelve minutes and then never think about it again?

Which hurts more..
The pain of holding memories close to your heart,
or the pain of acceptance and moving on?

Because one way or another, it is inevitable.. we are going to think about what hurt us in the first place.
#thehumanrace