M U S I N G

I sit here today, and at this age, I have absolutely NO IDEA who I definitely am. But I know what I stand for, I know what I believe. I know that there are things I did in the past that were not right, or fair. I have made mistakes.

In 20 years, I’ll look back at the boy sitting here with his
thick black hair,
ever changing passions and ideals,
the dreamer,

the friend,
the lover
and I won’t dislike him.
I don’t dislike the “me” from the past, I merely recognize I’ve grown above and beyond and I AM NOT defined by what people might have THOUGHT about me.

I joked before, regarding being always right. That was merely a joke. I learn on a daily basis. I value the opinions and ideals of others, but nothing will ever stop me from expressing my own.
Debate and discussion is not about making someone believe or stand for your ideals. It is about expressing them, so that someone could be more enlightened to “the other side of the story”. Being right is less important than being heard.

Moonshines

I always thought people lie to avoid causing pain.
I thought people lie to hide a hurtful truth.
But it seems you lie to cause pain.
You lie to hurt me.
You know the truth would hurt me a lot less than all the lies you tell.
You know. You just don’t care. You love to lie, more than you love me.
You lie even if you have no reason to lie.
You lie even if I already know the truth.
You lie because you can. That hurts.

‘I would lie to you again’, you say.
The truth at last.