Freedom. Choice. Solution. Desire. They all war with each other as the buzz in our heads demands governing rights. And so it is when one side of our spirit wants to dominate the other in ways far damaging to others than ourselves. We don't see it. Not clearly. Perhaps it is addiction, ignorance, anxiety or even the distraction of participating far more within our professional endeavors than placing importance on those who depend on our care, and beg for some kind of show that they matter more than our vices.
Yet nonetheless if there is a war, no matter the distance lost, it can be won. It can change so that all things free and of choice become equal to the keen desire for solution. Absolution. Forgiveness. Peace. But to begin, one must let love in. For isn't that what vice is all about? Building walls? Forging territory in effort to seem implacable, secure, safe? Let it crumble. Let it in. Find your freedom. Release the inadequate and false front of pride or denial. For it's not too late. Never too late.
Do not allow loss to be of your own making. And do not make the second mistake of allowing it to be your crutch for self mutilation or revulsion either. The whistle blows demanding a game-changer. A double dare to feel worth it and to know that you matter. Clock ticking. Time, the only opponent worthy of your consideration, taunting the disciplined and integrity driven pieces of your soul not yet lost to the waste of needless self-pity. It's face-off time. Now.
- This Carman Girl
Yet nonetheless if there is a war, no matter the distance lost, it can be won. It can change so that all things free and of choice become equal to the keen desire for solution. Absolution. Forgiveness. Peace. But to begin, one must let love in. For isn't that what vice is all about? Building walls? Forging territory in effort to seem implacable, secure, safe? Let it crumble. Let it in. Find your freedom. Release the inadequate and false front of pride or denial. For it's not too late. Never too late.
Do not allow loss to be of your own making. And do not make the second mistake of allowing it to be your crutch for self mutilation or revulsion either. The whistle blows demanding a game-changer. A double dare to feel worth it and to know that you matter. Clock ticking. Time, the only opponent worthy of your consideration, taunting the disciplined and integrity driven pieces of your soul not yet lost to the waste of needless self-pity. It's face-off time. Now.
- This Carman Girl
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