I Can't. You Can't Rewrite The Past.

Did The Poet Use Red To Symbolize Blood? Anger? Lust? Or Is The Wheelbarrow Simply Red Because Red Sounded Better Than Black?

In The End....everything Matters.

Sometimes We Have Thoughts That Even We Don’t Understand. Thoughts That Aren’t Even True—that Aren’t Really How We Feel—but They’re Running Through Our Heads Anyway Because They’re Interesting To Think About. If You Could Hear Other People’s Thoughts, You’d Overhear Things That Are True As Well As Things That Are Completely Random. And You Wouldn’t Know One From The Other. It’d Drive You Insane. What’s True? What’s Not? A Million Ideas, But What Do They Mean?

When You Hold People Up For Ridicule, You Have To Take Responsibility When Other People Act On It.

Those Are Some Strong Currents You're Swimming Against.