The
one
thing people want most is usually what hurts them the most. So do
we charge forth, parrying & thrusting our blades till dawn,
unrelenting and never retreating, seasing everything in our path; and
living with the concaquences? or do we take the humble road, & take
nothing, and own even less... yet love everything
with a passion that gold could never buy? Or is it best to find the
middle road? Never taking, but always accepting; shaking the hand of
your enimy in front of you, but holding a knife behind you; unaware of
what will come next, but always prepared?
We humans are like a lump of weathered clay, every action we take molds and shapes us on a daily basis, and sometimes there are things we can't control, that make us fall apart, or change what we have become... but we can always build on, and maybe never start over from scratch, but we can always fill in the gaps.
We humans are like a lump of weathered clay, every action we take molds and shapes us on a daily basis, and sometimes there are things we can't control, that make us fall apart, or change what we have become... but we can always build on, and maybe never start over from scratch, but we can always fill in the gaps.
tired