And
to stand on my own, to be strong enough to realize what I need and what
I desire; what I will compromise to gain a pathetic semblance of what I
need; to finally discover that no, I will never be satisfied and there
will always be a part of me to compromise my own ideals and moral
standards, whatever they may be, just to take a piece of something to
show off or to prove to myself that I am worth something, that I am
capable of something. But what are my own ideals? I have no moral
standards, but I do have ideals; and yet I've been shown over and over
again that my ideals are impossible. Impossible but now I see them for
what they truly are; what they want, which is not so dissimilar to what
I seek. But to remove layers upon layers of protective armour, to
absolve not just another's but your own, and to do it together... most
human beings either have not the brain capacity to know how, or in my
case - are unsure of their own strength and if it is possible to
accomplish all of that and still remain standing in the end when it is
cause for celebration because you have succeeded. Do you sacrifice
yourself for the mere possibility of happiness? What a silly
question... but to actually mold those actions and ideals into
certainty and persuasiveness, to have the guts to go for it and do it
and risk failure...
circa 2006
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yes, risk is well, risky. How funny. I hope that you can muster up the courage to go for what you want. Its a new year. (that's how I try to rationalize it to myself anyway! lol) I have come by this old addage, "the more things change, the more they stay the same." I guess for me it is living comfortably in your own skin. Under promote, over deliver. Want any more cliches?