Juventina
Writing on a slate. You can erase the words but you can't erase the memory. Time flies by, yet our feelings remain.
Have you ever done something you weren't supposed to?
You think, it's fine I'll never do it again. That it's just this once.
Then you find yourself making the same promise again and again... never.
Why do we love them? Why do we worship them? Are we really unhappy with ourselves? Maybe.
Some are inspiring but most, I simply don't care about. It's not harsh. Just realistic.