Habit

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Fatal Attraction

 

Autobiography in five short chapters

1.I walk down the street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I fall in.

I am lost … I am helpless.

It isn’t my fault.

It takes me forever to find a way out.

 

2. I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I pretend I don’t see it.

I fall in again.

I can’t believe I am in the same place.

But it isn’t my fault.

It still takes a long time to get out.

 

3. I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I see it is there.

I still fall in … it’s a habit.

My eyes are open.

I know where I am.

It is my fault.

I get out immediately.

 

4. I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I walk around it.

 

5. I walk down another street.

 poem by Portia Nelson

 

When I first saw this poem today,

First chapter I smile at his bad luck.

Second chapter I am amuse by how silly he is.

Third chapter I realised he is me.

Fourth chapter I was shock by my earlier amusement of my silliness.

Fifth chapter I contemplate on my habitual patterns in life.

What an awakening.

 

 

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