Patterns

Tracing the pathways away from my heart...why are there so many dead ends?

It makes me wonder... some times are more sad than others. There's strength toward the end of each path...and a lesson at each dead end.

Some lessons are the same, pounding my skull as if a sledge hammer. Why, then, is the pain not in my head? Wouldn't it be easier if the pain were there? Would the lesson sink in any faster?