When the sky lays so heavy on this dark, northeastern city I am drained of hope. My eyes take on weight, and the eyelids are unable to comfort them. Men vary in their ability to virtuously accept and practice what is suggested to them, ideas and approaches alien to them and even contrary to their hearts. The great challenge for me is to take what I know is right and stand by it against all of the rationale or notions others may present. When you're right, you are right. If it's about you, your perspective may be muddled by your psyche and it's possible to have the mental battle forever, but when your heart tells you over and over there comes a point when it's time to listen. The road to perdition is paved with good intentions and clean, crisp, holy ideals. My strength is not in following that road.
I'm not smarter than everyone, I don't know more than many people. After an encyclopedia of evidences that somehow I'm different... not better, not stronger, not wiser but different than a lot of people a new approach is warranted. I can talk to someone forever, I can give them all of the essential elements to come to my conclusion, I can parrot out the standard issue arguments but ultimately I have to make my own decisions and stand by them. So many times I have gotten lost by following other mens' directions that it feels like it makes no difference if I choose or not. So I will choose, and I will choose what I feel to be the wisest.
If you don't agree, I am ok with that. After all, it's my adventure. The universe has never abandoned me.
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