Is this pain worth it? I have the ability to chose to be happy. A little choice. But I chose instead, to morn the loss of a place that was never mine.
I saw the brute facts of how twisted humanity can be. Ripping people from homes, family, children. Forcing work. Living conditions not worthy to any animal. All of this torture combining to the point that their killing is more of a welcome comfort than feared enemy.
And here I sit, morning for that which was never mine.
I was once told that the most basic of training is learning to rise above your circumstances. A little thing most don't even realize is possible. Yet it is. But how?
Maybe you simply have to shift focus. Pay less attention to the black skies and more attention to the stars. And when clouds roll in, making the darkness oppressive, look down at your feet. The icy grass that only reminds you of the cold hearts that are breaking yours . . . it sparkles. And so you can always have a reminder of the things beyond. Whether through fiery burning gaseous balls in the sky, or minuscule ice crystals. They all show us a dim flicker of hope, enabling us to rise above. Then we can remember the important things that matter, and make the choice that will prepare us to overcome the oppressive pain that is to come.
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Little Things
SonstigesIsn't it the little things that make all the difference? Here is a compilation of observations about the little things. Sequel to "Nothing". It is not necessary to read "Nothing" to understand this.
