Ah, to be a child with absent parents. Who will be there to tell me to discern what is right and what is wrong? They say that I'll eventually learn through experience, but how long would that take before I 'learn', when all I ever hear are the sounds of wooden sticks slammed on the edge of the table, or the hand of another individual contacting mine.
"We're doing this so that you're aware of your mistakes. Your parents would do the same if they found out." I don't know. My parents were never there for me. The next adults in my life are my grandparents, but they never hurt me after school for being sent to detention.
My grandparents then instead tell me "Don't worry. Jesus will never hurt you for being wrong." And yet, it's this same Jesus that threw in a fit of rage in a temple. Or something along those lines. Will He really not hurt me for being wrong? Will he really forgive me despite the mistakes I keep making?
All I know is what I did wrong. What makes something 'right' then?
So far, I've only followed the voices in my head, guiding me on what to do in life. If these voices are wrong, then where is the voice who leads me to the right path?
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Red Wine
General Fiction❝What better way to have a chat but to talk about it over some red wine and fine cheese?❞ [ Writober 2023 ] Cover drawn by me
