To accept one’s past – one’s history – is not the same thing as drowning in it; it is learning how to use it. An invented past can never be used; it cracks and crumbles under the pressures of life like clay in a season of drought.
“Absence is to love as wind is to fire: it extinguishes the little flame, it fans the big.”
Umberto Eco
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