The Past Can’t Change

There’s a poem attributed to a work known as The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. Omar Khayyam (1048 – 1131) was known as the Astronomer Poet of Persia.

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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
  Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit.
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
  Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
— Omar Khayyam (translation by Edward Fitzgerald)

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Ruminating over trauma can blur these lines. I always get caught up in the idea that I can somehow change this.

Memories aren’t truth, they’re interpretations of events. I think it’s my interpretation that needs to change, not the past.

Anyways, just a nugget of truth I found, blasting forward 900ish years to heal my troubled mind.