Wednesday, February 07, 2007

 

2.06.07

Never once really considered myself as injured. -
Take out the "j", and it's an entirely different word. -
A blithe and soft exterior but I am inured. -
A caveat: I can cut deeper than any sword.

Memories are a tricky thing.

You don't tend to remember the in-between, but just the extremes--

the really good and the really bad.

It's funny then how the smallest in-between thing can trigger a chain of memories and events.

You know, I can't help you this time.

Yeah, I know how the system operates and how every single component in it will function.

I know the sequencing, the cause and effect, how this will react to and because of that.

But you do too.

The only difference is that you think it's hopeless-- that it can't get any better and that trying isn't enough.

Well, I'll tell you what...

it matters a great deal that you try. The smallest things? They all add up.

They add up to good things-- something that isn't too common there.

The ratio of good things to bad things in this world is small--

So hold dear and cherish what you can-- because they're worth it.

Do because of purpose, not because of pride.

Pride is what started this--

it's what started it all in the beginning, before we even reached that naive age of pre-pubescence.

So, what do you do?

Docking out...
-Ryan : forgive 'em all, they did their best to hate

Ryan posted this at 4:18 AM.