I died on Monday and came back a blink later. My ankle is broken. My motorcycle is not damaged, though it would be best to have it checked.
My ankle is broken. It was an accident. I hit a slippy patch on the road. I hit a patch of gravel on the road. My back wheel lost traction. It bobbled. I aimed for the kerb. The front wheel bounced over the kerb. The bike landed well, albeit on my right leg.
My ankle is broken. I cannot walk without crutches.
I will be alright. There are challanges ahead. I think I'm worried. No adjectives. It feels swollen.
My ankle is broken and I'm wiggling my toes. It will heal. I think I could apologise to it again. Sorry right ankle.
Morphene is most interesting.
Accidents happen. After so many journeys, I suppose the statistics finally got me.
As is this blog, I must decide if I want to sail forth to health and forget about the mishaps or rue the day. Was Torment right?
Seo linn an ceacht.
Lessons rarely leave scars. Scars usually leave lessons
Are we free? Or are we shackled to our ties that bind? Family, friends, work... It all adds up to a life where we make a lot of decisions. These decisions can seem insignificant when made, but they often turn out to influence more than we initially realise. Our Free Will allows us to make these decisions. But what if we didn't have Our Free Will? Someone else would have to decide... Could you?
