You ask:
How did it get to this?
You never ask:
Who was really to blame?
Because this is an answer you do not want to hear. This is the realization you would like to avoid. But we learn, when we are young, that what you do has consequences and it matters that we do it while we're aware of them. You can't blame your action or inaction, your inertia, on someone else.
And if you did, they would not accept it. I do not accept it. We all carry our own crosses, and we dig the dirt and we put them up and we get up on them and we nail ourselves. I won't accept any more nails, others than the ones I put there. I won't accept any more pain other than the one I brought on myself. I am not a gutter for you to dump your sorrows.
You don't get to blame me. You don't get to shift the weight to my shoulders. You don't get to nail my cross. And you don't get to walk away claiming I was destructive. Not because I say so, but because it shows, because it's clearer than the sun at noonday.
And this story... Is this the lie you tell yourself, to make it all better? After all, the cross is heavy and we are walking uphill.
