Going through them is like prying your heart out and grinding it back and forth on a whetstone, struggling to see. I'm not afraid to pry my heart out and grind it on the whetstone.
Unamuno said we never notice that we have a soul unless we are stung.
I would like to take this book
Bury those stubborn memories that are rooted in my mind
Intention: Memories will eventually pass away, it just depends on whether we are willing to move forward
