An enticing taste of the sweetness of things that could be, always makes the difficult more bitter. There are so many road blocks in everyone’s life, that I find myself feeling guilty for ruminating over the most minor of things, but I’m happy for the ability to do so. There is no hell like the shackles of one’s own mind. But if you can find freedom in yourself, no one can take that away. People may beat you, they may starve you, force you into back breaking servitude, but no one can over own you, unless you let them.
In retrospect my life had never been that difficult, but I’ve found that my strength has come at a huge cost. But are walls to cover pain and hurt truly strength? Or are they mere stubbornness, from my driven sense of resentment? My poetic killing of my true self is not the root of my resentment, it’s the friends, that where never friends, my parents that should have been in jail, or at the very least never been allowed to have kids, but at the end of the day I find the most in myself. Sometimes change can be difficult to bare no matter how much I want to deny it, to relinquish some of my protection to do so is never an easy thing.
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