
There is a quiet habit many of us carry without realising it. When something hurts us, we replay it. We examine it. We turn it over in our minds as if, with enough analysis, we might somehow undo it.
Imagine dropping a glass. It shatters across the floor and a shard slices into your hand. There is blood. There is pain. Yet instead of reaching for a cloth, instead of washing the wound and stopping the bleeding, you sit down and begin asking questions.



















