dug

I incessantly look for water in wells dug by men, and I have drunk enough sand to prove it.

More times than I can remember I look around and I ask why the hole I__ in looks so strangely familiar. Probably because it looks a whole lot like all the other ones I dug before I got around to digging this one.

Oh that I had the opportunity to rethink so many of my decisions, for the pitfalls into which I have so frequently fallen were often dug with the shovel of those very decisions.

Nearly everyday life leans over and says, __ome on down!_ But standing at the bottom looking up, it__ finally dawned on me that it__ not these invitations that have dug this hole. Rather, it__ the fact that I accepted them.