The train to the past mistakes leaves from the trail 4. You'd think there'd be no throng on the platform, but there is. And that's where you are, too. "All aboard!!" Repeating the same mistakes. Ain't it just infuriating to realize that, damn, you're going forward along the very same train tracks you already used some years ago. The devastating part is that you do not realize this right after the "all aboard" call, but actually, when you've traveled well past any humane point of return and are starting to slowly understand that the landscape looks awfully familiar... What should you do then? You start searching for the emergency brake. Surely, every single train has one. But right after you've detected it, you start to think of the probably unnecessary fuss and attention that pulling the brake would cause. So, you sit tight in your seat, letting the train pass yet a couple more stations while you twiddle your fingers nervously. The conductor comes to check your ticket. Yeah, that is mine. I did this to myself voluntarily. Just put your stamp on it and get on with it. Embarrassed now, you start to think whether everybody else had been aware of this all along, merely pitying you and out of politeness decided not to say a word. Suddenly all those looks from the fellow passengers start to feel intimidating. You turn your face away and act like you'd just seen something interesting outside the window in hopes to lure all those looks there as well. What do you mean it's all in my head? Defeated and alone you finally start to accept the situation. And as the landscape changes slowly from one to another, you start going through ideas, and scenarios caused by these ideas. Was there still a way out? Oh, you'd dig it out, you had to. Because if there was something horrible in the world, it definitely was to repeat your past mistakes over and over again. You'd be damned to go in circles. Why do people actually have tendencies to slip into their past habits? Is it because we hope so badly it would all be different this time while we are well aware that we're only fooling ourselves? Denial, the sweet denial. Your mood swings from sadness to madness. If only you could turn back time and avoid all this from happening in the first place. But no such luck, right, you're in it deep now. When the train finally reaches the terminal, you let all the people walk past you first, letting them leave the train before you. Maybe to buy some more time, because you still hadn't come up with a solution and your time was running out. To tell the truth, you weren't even sure if there was a decent way out when you'd already slipped into the circle. What if you'd still keep spinning in it a little, and hope for the best? Passion