The Hikikomori Way Is there nothing more to being alive? Than to work and work and work. Until all our life force is used up and then we return to the dust. Will we die from the shame? We are not better my friends than the birds in the sky at least they fly before the most die. there must be more to our lives - I must know this. But to find out - the welcoming shadowy doubts - I must resist.
Tag: seeing things differently
My One Confession
My One Confession In this dark hour when my life pride would devour, I know I can do nothing no matter what I own no matter my great feats I cannot heal without my Sustainer. I am industrious smart know all - But Father, I can do nothing be nothing, except by your grace.
Accept
Accept Accept you know but do not know. For when we don't know good things will come. When we look around the corner too soon We may fall into a trap too deep. There is no esculator up these mountains only the wind to carry us. Accept that you can't know and good things will follow.
Letting Go
Letting Go Why is so hard to let go of the worst of you? Why do we cling to things that mean us no good. We battle the demons that have no power because we holder tighter to things that would devour the progress we made. Why is it so easy to make ourselves small to crawl when we could run to bow when we could stand tall unmovable unbreakable unstoppable.
Repairer of the Breach
Repairer of the Breach Will you take this on? Will you fight? Will you do what os right - even while they tear at your flesh? Will you answer the abeng of your heart the haunting sounds of the drums as they speak to you of what's to come? Even when they tell you of dangers lurking in familiar places. Will you breach the electric fence and break the dam so water can flood the land again? Will you take that stand? Or will you sit drowning in your own spit as you reach for rotting morsels of flesh? Will you embrace your destiny? Will you be the repairer of the breach?
I Stand Corrected
I Stand Corrected I stand corrected, for now I truly see, the breach I have committed in not seeing your humanity. I am better than the Pharisee - is this not true? I stand corrected, for my shaky legacy of misguided hurt that led me to bury you in the dirt when I cast the first stone instead of bathing you in the light. I stand corrected for my part in not seeing the treasure you are, in my chest filled with duplicitous art.
Family
Family Family, they are a peculiar lot who love a whole lot but certainly not enough for those who stray too far. They give with all their might once you give them delight, but none of the real stuff that truly matters at the right time. Family, a curious set that can at once love and detest those that test and disgrace, "but we are blood". Family, are most perplexing a breed for they have the power to kill your dreams but never seem to realise that they are at the centre of your demise. Family, can you ever escape them? Do you wish to?
