Worst day ever. . . .

Honestly, I can’t place it.

It’s almost always the most recent 

tragedy, 

as all others are melted by 

time, 

softened by 

forgetfulness, 

and lost to 

whimsical thoughts.

Time does not heal.

It simply allows room to lay down 

new memories 

and experiences. 

How can we possibly store everything from every experience in our 

feeble minds? 

Even the details of how we were potty trained are lost, 

soon replaced by the details of how we learned to fight off that 

first bully, 

how we overcame childhood cancer, 

how we learned to ride a bike and take a fall, 

and the extreme pain of rejection from our 

first love.

The worst day ever?

It’s always our most recent trauma, 

because that alone demands immediate focus to contend with it, 

soften its blow, 

and allow us to absorb and later implement the 

lessons learned.

The worst day ever is always yet to come. . . .