Born. Childhood. Raised. His adulthood not up to the bar. They didn't build themselves up nor their houses by mixing clay with crumbs of bread. How then? Sold their hearts when they left their lands. Sold them. All. Not a single dime of their soul left. Or maybe one. One flicker. Nobody's home.Intoxicated with untrusty behaviour. Possessed by all the people he had ever met.The only memory he didn't burn was his mom's fine smile. His father? - She was so scared to be giving birth so young. Yet, there she was. - He cherished her courage, but then she blamed her for leaving the land and him when he needed her the most. Betrayal. He borrowed her then-cowardice and set off on the road to self-destruction.Betrayed. Desire. Lust. Ego. Betraying. Himself. His true friend. And possibly love. He didn't do much. In fact, all he did was not try the impossible. Who would? Who could blame him? His lies, his concealment. Not even her. A force driven by love is indestructible. How many of you know that? She'd grappled with feelings of resentment, anger, hate long before she settled: she was no longer hurt, or damaged, or anything. Forgiveness doubled the force.He was yet to learn that beyond despair, beyond self awaits the other. Their true beauty reflecting on you. He didn't have to grab [they're not opportunities, they're beings], or consume with hunger. He would have to learn to forgive and love himself beyond despair, beyond self. To aim out of the same fear. He will learn to give without getting anything in return. And give.Love.Photo attributed to https://www.freepik.com/free-vector/royal-watercolor-valentine-red-background_1541387.htm Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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