Autobiography in Five Short Paragraphs

I walk down a street.  I see a hole and fall in.  I yell for help.  I complain about the street conditions in the city.  It takes forever to get out.

I walk down the same street.  I see the hole and fall in.  I recognize this hole.  I want the hole moved.  It takes less time to get out.

I walk down the same street.  I see the hole and fall in.  I remember this hole.  I jump out.

I walk down the street.  I see the hole and walk far around it.  I know that hole.  It takes a lot longer to go where I’m headed.

I finally walk down a different street.  No hole.

~Author unknown

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