You cannot unburn the fire.
You cannot unsee the wreckage.
Perception is the witness.
It sat in the front row
and it remembers.
The seat you choose
the next time you walk in.
That perspective
Don’t let the wound
write the final verdict.
Don’t let the first angle
become the only architecture
you’re willing to live inside.
You felt what you felt.
That’s real.
That’s yours.
Nobody gets to take the rawness of that.
But living with it
doesn’t mean
you have to frame it
the same way
forever.
Perception says:
this is what I saw.
Perspective asks:
what else could be true
from where I’m standing now?
And you can always
move your feet.
The scar stays.
The story around it
that part is still being written.
Pick up the pen.
Choose a different angle.
Let the same wound
tell a braver story.
You can’t change what landed.
You can always change
where you stand
when you look at it.