An old reproach keeps replaying in your head.

Take this situation apart. Each piece goes in one box: yours, or not yours. There is no third box, and almost nothing falls in one piece.

Yours

Chewing it over or letting it play out.Rumination feels like processing but is the opposite: every round grinds the track deeper. Notice it, name it, “there it is again”, and bring your attention back to what lies in front of you. Bringing it back a hundred times is not failure; it is the exercise itself.
The sentence you read out to yourself after every round.The surfacing is not chosen, but the conviction that follows it is: you pronounce it anew each time, with yourself as suspect, prosecutor and judge. The past was sentenced long ago. Retrials are not compulsory.

Not yours

That the reproach keeps surfacing.Memory has its own playlist and asks no permission. The surfacing itself is a first movement; it happens to you, even after years.

The reasoning. The playlist is not yours; the play button is. There is nothing more to win here, and that is enough.

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