First I will find a box that can endure the centuries. Not wood nor stone which will succumb to nature, crumbling into dust, but of steel, impervious to rain and wind, cold and heat, time and seasons.
Into this time capsule, I will place all those things I no longer need nor want, but cannot forget – hurt and pain, loss and disappointment, anger and resentment, fear and worry, regret and resignation.
My wish is to outlive this legacy, and that my heirs never dig up my failings. That they rise above meager limitations, and realize their full capacity for mercy.
Thin spiral notebook 
I dream of being able to place all the hurt and anguish in a box and burying it deep down where it can never touch my heart/mind again.
My prayer for my children is that they never know or remember the hard things.
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My kids are so much more “together” than I ever was at their ages. I hope they avoid all that angst I went through too.
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Yes, I agree. Although I think that the angst is what makes us creative, thoughtful, talented (you!) people. I wish them a bit of angst, but only enough to make them thoughtful nothing that breaks their hearts.
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so much power, so few words
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This is a battle cry, I love it.
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