move forward, always forward

"Don't stand up for me, you make things worse"

I remember that night when i uttered those words to my mom. Every syllable would hit her like bullets. But what was i to do? I was just a kid, and her defense was of no use to me.

He chose to use her defense as traitorous, and not as something rational. In his mind, he could only picture the women creating an alliance against him, and I, I was their leader.

But it was never that way. I was the one with the wounds. I was the one that will live with these memories forever. Why did he hate me so much? Why did he bother telling me that I was never wanted in this world? Did i choose to be here? He could have easily prevented this. He could easily have avoided ever meeting me.

Now tomorrows gone, and today is here. I'm as numb as ever to the past, and must stick to what time knows best; move on. Because that's what He does; move forward, always move forward.

If God could have prevented his son from dieing on the cross, he could have easily prevented everything. But he moves forward, always forward.
So we move forward, always forward.