There is no undo button in life. You cannot rollback something that happened. Life is like the clock that never turns back. It is ever flowing like time. There is no way you can erase a portion of your life. No delete button. It is like lines and curves drawn on a canvas that is moving away from you by every tick of the clock. Every action of yours is a mark on the canvas - a dot, a slash, a line crooked or curved, a splotch, a drip, a dash or a period. Nothing can be changed; nothing can be undone, redone or removed. With the movement of the canvas, it is ever presnt and forever gone. What is visible on the canvas is your dance through the life - a cultured one or a neurotic one, a mad frenzy or a stupid sashay - it is all over and it is all there. No words of explanation can alter the display. No justification from philosophy or comfort from genetic science can make it look different from what it is. No interpreter is needed to explain it, nor any judge to condone or condemn. Nothing you do - pray, sacrifice, renounce or flagellate, can give a different shape, texture, color or breadth to what you have drawn. On the canvas of life you splurged, evaded, sneaked, rushed, slept over, panicked, felt cheated, betrayed, thrilled, hated, pushed, and you floundered, hurled against rocks, melted like wind in the willows, you did not see that you were drawing on the canvas of life. No new lines can undo the effect of the previously drawn lines. In life, there is no undo button.
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