Viewpoint, reaction, fear- all creatures of habit. Sometimes glimpses of your pure, sweet goodness emerge, and you have changed, yet some of it has always been there. Conceptually these things don’t agree, though they are wanted, preferred. Can the slate be blank again, viewpoints, thoughts, and experiences be new? Is old, known pain defeating being optimistic, yet vulnerable about the future? What a painfully stupid choice, what a gut wrenching habit.