Sunday 13 December 2015

The woes of Christmas shopping

What are my expectations? Do I expect you to change, or do I expect to accept you for what you are. Yes, I know what you are. I see the broken shards left untouched. The covenant I wish for us is unholy, has lost its sacridity, and is not what I imagined for myself.


Please, let this lesson end.


Show me, at least, that there is a way for me to graduate from this without harm.


If only it were as simple as having death do us part.


I still have many lessons to impart to you. How do I maintain objectivity? Do I distract myself with trivial pursuits in hopes that the distraction provides us distance?


I know there's no use in fighting against it. No matter how I plan the movement of each chess piece, there is still the opponent's movements that I can only hope to anticipate. The variables are greater.


Do good. Be good.


Am I finally strong enough? Or am I the unknowing villain. It's easier when you don't see the other party, isn't it? Easier to justify your lucrative ways.

Do you really have no personal interest in the matter?


Perhaps instead of setting your expectations, you need to take yourself out of it. See it from the outside. You know what it looks like. How has it been perceived? You have caused it. Rectify it before it is too late.



There is a covenant to be written.



Ready your mind, child. Covenants aren't easily broken.

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