How does one muster up the courage necessary to break another’s heart? Not of a lover or companion, but that of one who has looked to the other in times past for wisdom and comfort. Speaking neither to cowardice nor anxiety, how does a person inflict sheer disappointment on an innocent soul? An uncomfortable and nettlesome subject at best, the art of verbal bombardment ends only in tears, causing a most unpleasant rift among involved parties. Can such a disaster be avoided? Or is this collision an unstoppable force, a hurricane pummeling the defenseless from all sides?
There remains unfinished business between myself and others, and it is my responsibility to attend to these unresolved matters. Though I experienced an extremely drastic life change, still, others were blindsided by an emerging bus with no warning. No matter how I try to cast myself as the afflicted, I always return to my nature, fully knowing that my zeal for others remains unfettered. Therefore, I rather loathe the torture which engulfs those whom I love. Effectively, I am yet soft on the inside regardless of my outer portrayal of hardnosedness. Sensitivity is not my middle name but my only name; I run not from my inner most character for it is that which providence has ordained.
Life is but imaginative longings within the corners of my mind. Five years, a decade or a half century down the road where shall I be? I gasp at such a venture. Frivolities of that sort are best reserved for the worrywarts and malcontents of spoiled society. My focus instead lies with relevant relationships, cultivating a habitat that promotes health and growth. Unbreakable bands, woven seamlessly together, form steadfast ties forged from such relations, giving life to ceaseless kinships founded in loyalty, honor and love. Here is where my heart lies. The essence of my being clings to such principles, leading me back to my original conclusion.
To this arduous task I bid the best of luck.
