History can be a scary thing. Repeating history, remembering history, experiencing history. How such a small mistake can lead to such a big consequence. Something you did such a long time ago still haunting your every more. Daring faith, testing trust, and revealing hope. You can't take back that unspeakable thing but only accept what is and take what u must. How can one live with the secrets hidden only for the purpose of none knowing of such thing that causes suffering. Once an action is done, it can not be taken back for it is engraved in the stone of our past, our history. Once a word is spoken it can not be replaced for it lingers in the stale air  sending chills up your spine and creeping into the back of your mind. We must find a way to accept the inevitable of what is and what was by attempting to hide our pains in a laughter of false truths. The paradox it's self explains the meaning behind the truth of our history.