With writing, we have second chances.

Jonathan Safran Foer
With writing, we have second chances.
With writing, we have second chances.
With writing, we have second chances.
With writing, we have second chances.
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With writing, we have second chances. The truth is that we don’t get a second chance with anything else in our lives. We don’t get a second chance with our first love. We don’t get a second chance to grow up and become more mature adults.

We don’t get a second chance to start over and make a different choice. In all of these things, we may have desired to change, but the reality is that we didn’t get a second chance because regrets never happen twice.

Source: Everything Is Illuminated

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