Somewhere, I’d left a gap in my armor, a hole in my shield, and now… it had tracked me down again.
If you’re up early enough to watch an entire sunrise, you know it’s not just flipping a switch. It’s an event.
Without these hard times, the good times lose their sweetness.
Maybe it's not the most glamorous subject matter (referring to the photos). Therapy probably doesn't rank that high either. But that's not the point Perspective is.
I'd go from being sharply focused and on point to having the mental focus of a squirrel on caffeine combined with the memory of a goldfish with a concussion.