The first time I rode a bicycle I sprained my wrist 
I lay there, tears streaming down my face, cursing the world
Blaming the concrete path paved decades before my conception
Blaming the bicycle for failing to stay upright 
Blaming my father for promising to always be there but leaving at the slightest inconvenience 
I didn’t understand the concept of responsibility 
I didn’t understand that I was responsible for keeping my head up despite the waves of life crashing against me 
I thought like a child 
A year ago I got hit by a car
I blamed the driver with the spotless record for not seeing me
I blamed the lights that had served that intersection for years for changing when they did 
I blamed the car for not having the wherewithal to stop itself 
It wasn’t my fault 
I still think like a child 
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