We don’t get to pick the things that fix us, Red. Make us whole. Make us feel purpose. My moment of clarity? It came from the strangest of places.
We come into this world who we are. And maybe we get a little nicer, or a little angrier. But we can’t change our fundamental nature.
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They say the past is etched in stone, but it isn’t. It’s smoke trapped in a closed room, swirling… changing. Buffeted by the passing of years and wishful thinking. But even though our perception of it changes, one thing remains constant. The past can never be completely erased. It lingers. Like the scent of burning wood.
I’m not as capable as I was, but I don’t get to choose who I am. I’m Daredevil. Not even God can stop that now.