Sometimes our past are recycled and brought to the future
The paths we have traveled
Leaves us with different pictures
But here are the real questions
Are these memories pristine?
Do they hurt?
Can we stomach it if they were served to us
Do they terrorize us at night?
Does it make or break others?
Life and death are both professors of gravity
And Karma is not a distant associate
What goes up surely will come down
What goes around comes around
Let's be good students
Let's be our brothers keepers
Our lives are lessons
Experiences are the best tutors
Like I said
This is just a food for thought
Dish as much as you can
Because in the end
You might have to eat it all "alone".
Thanks. Kindly make your post more lengthy and reference your image. Thanks again
Thanks @michealcj noted