AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN FIVE CHAPTERS

I walk down the street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I fall in.

I am lost.

It isn’t my fault.

It takes forever to find a way out.

 

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I pretend I don’t see it.

I fall in again.

I can’t believe I’m in the same place.

But it isn’t my fault.

It still takes a long time to get out.

 

 

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I see it there.

I still fall in… it’s a HABIT.

My eyes are open.

I know where I am.

It is my fault.

I get out immediately.

 

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I walk around it.

I walk down another street.

 

Portia Nelson

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