There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past. I wasn't sure I had it in me to keep looking back.

Sometimes, you have to manufacture your own history. Give fate a push, so to speak.

History is not a burden on the memory but an illumination of the soul.

Sometimes, you get things right the first time. Others, the second. But the third time, they say, is the charm.

Like a blinking cursor on an empty page, it was just the first thing. The beginning of the beginning. But at least it was done.” “It was kind of soothing, these sounds of lives being lived all around me, for better or for worse. And there I was, in the middle of them all, newly reborn and still waiting for mine to begin.

I would miss Colby, but it wasn't going anywhere. All the more reason why I should.