People have a habit of inventing fictions they will believe wholeheartedly in order to ignore the truth they cannot accept.
We all do things we desperately wish we could undo. Those regrets just become part of who we are, along with everything else. To spend time trying to change that, well, it’s like chasing clouds.
I should never be left alone with my mind for too long.
There are no safe choices. Only other choices.
I am a jumble of passions, misgivings, and wants. It seems that I am always in a state of wishing and rarely in a state of contentment.
What if evil doesn’t really exist? What if evil is something dreamed up by man, and there is nothing to struggle against except out own limitations? The constant battle between our will, our desires, and our choices?
Sometimes we seek that which we are not yet ready to find.
It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.