Compromise is unutterable , an ugly, heavy word, forming uncomfortably in the small print.
It was not my intention to write this here , to write this , to write.
Sometimes I wonder at the paradox of principle . The excellence in the grandiose , the simplicity in excellence . I demean the latter despite lacking the moral fibre to achieve it.
When I think of compromise , I think of betrayal and the bitterness of that gives way to humanity. A compromise rooted in betrayal rooted in compromise.
Life has always been full circle and never quite straight lines .
Are you feeding a hypocrisy ? Or are you trying to shirk your responsibilities ? An old friend told me to give back , I give aghast at the quality of that which I have to give.
Most days I think of the brevity of life. My bones ache in loss , I trade in loss , I meet and greet in loss , I walk in loss.
She told me that ' every soul is continually tasting death'
I don't stop here. I don't stop at the edge of every unique reality to remind myself there is an optimum . A perfection in the handling of every moment.
We are so intertwined that it has become our detachment . Our pale faced denial.
Do you value love and progress and goodness more than vulnerability. Why is it so often a hidden pride masking all our wounds ?
Dear world, this is where I fell. Do not fall here too.