Autobiography In Five Short Chapters

I walk down the street. There is a hole in the sidewalk. I fall in, I am lost. I am helpless. It isn’t my fault. It takes forever to find a way out

I walk down the street. There is a hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again. I can’t believe I am in the same place. But it isn’t my fault. I still takes a long time to get out.

I walk down the street. There is a hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in. It’s a habit. My eyes are open I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately.

I walk down the street. There is a manhole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.

I walk down another street.

I don't know who wrote this but it seems to touch a nerve. Funny how we need to repeat mistakes in order to learn the lessons we must learn in this life. And someone much wiser than me says not only will we repeat them, but they will be bigger and harder the second (or third or fourth...) time around. So in this case the hole will be deeper....