Yesterday’s gone, though, we do get to keep the lessons: In the recesses of a linty pocket, or upon our heart (held precious within a gilded locket): “No more fingers in the sockets”. You tell yourself. And I tell myself.
And do we remember until our judgement lapses, or until we just crave some little fun? Do we remember until we choose not to, or is there a sometimes time limit on what we learn in life?
Some days feel like strong lessons in the making. Others make me laugh at myself and think ‘I really, REALLY must have learned this one before!’.
Off into this tonight, preparing for the next yesterday.