Isn't it true that no matter how much we try to persuade ourselves that our past really doesn't matter, it most certainly does? Our past, no matter how we want to deny that it shapes us and our actions, actually forms our reactions to situations, and actions toward people in our lives? For example, you ride your bike around a curb and it slips out from underneath you, you go crashing to the ground. Aren't you then, somehow conditioned that, everytime you go around that curb, you will get a little anxious, your blood pressure will raise, and you will say a couple "Hail Mary's"? Or, lets say you fall in love with someone who is nothing they represented themself as, is it really possible to let loose and let go, and realize not everyone will betray you? Is it really possible, the next time someone seems too good to be true, they are just that good? Or, say you take your soulmate to the emergency vet on a cold, January Saturday afternoon because she is vomitting, which you assume is something she got into...and the x-rays reveal a chest and stomach completely overtaken with cancer, is it really possible the next time you take a loved canine companion to the emergency vet on a Saturday, it may not be cancer? The last time you were approached by someone downtown on the street they harassed you however, that surely doesn't mean the next time the person simply wants to hand you the documents that fell from your briefcase?

It would be so unfortunate to let our past experiences mold and shape our actions and reactions to our future blessings, now wouldn't it? How exactly does one let themselves fall in love again? Trust again? Not doubt again? How does one bring down their wall, again, and again, and again?