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Sometimes I wish I could just start over. Smash this life with a hammer, smelt down the broken pieces and reforge it. But a life is always maleable. It is like hot iron, constantly reshaped by our surroundings, by those we love, by those we hate, by our subconscious selves. It is never too late to reform it. It must be done slowly, gently, gradually to turn it into what you want. You cannot force it too harshly or quickly, or it may shatter and be more difficult to repair than ever before. Never beyond repair. Anybody, even those who seem to have utterly wrecked their lives, can overcome the unwanted stresses and strains to make life into

An entire life in a box. The cardboard can barely hold together with the rain that falls upon it. Stuffed toys and books and mementos packed until there is no more room. Work from years long gone. Things that serve no purpose, other than for remembrance of a time, an event, a place. In the box are the things that make life complete. They are the fun things, the sad things, the things we will always remember for the rest of our lives. Take things out of the box. Look at them. Play with them. Read them. But remember to put them back. Never leave the box empty. It need not be tidy or organised. You know what is in the box, and that is all th