Last words
Sun 6.27.21
I have a folder in my computer named Last Words. Last words forever closes the door to the recipient of those words. We have nothing left to say to each over, arrivederchi! I have been in court for the past two and a half years. I brought my landlord to court because he’s a s—t, and his agent is so bad it makes the s---ty landlord look like Mother Theresa. It’s all coming to an end pretty soon.
Why did I get swallowed up by this monster; why didn’t I just leave? These nasty events crop up occasionally in one’s life. It’s a test, because you’ve gone as far as you can on your particular path and the nasties wake you up . . . Whoah! I gotta do something here, the line has definitely been crossed. I cannot live with this daily unpleasantness. It’s that absolute knowledge that you will not endure this. Not only will you not endure, you can’t. It’s the day you understand that death is better than living with your mate and you’ve decided – I’m walking out that door, or it’s the job which is turning your brain to mush. The day comes when you wake up and you make your plan. I’m not doing this anymore. That’s where the last words are spoken. There are situations where you are willing to put your life on the line for. If you lose your integrity you will also die. All round, us are the living dead. They go through the motions, but they are not there, haven’t been since 1st grade. They obey because they are fearful. These people are at all levels of society. Did you ever think that in those moments when you are embroiled in defending the line that you are performing a ritual, a sacred ritual wherein you honor human life, and in particular, your life. You give human life it’s due respect, which in the era that we live in is truly lacking. One’s life has dignity and its actions are purposeful. The Natives you see above, they knew about ritual and they honored the people, and those with four feet, those with two feet, those that swim, fly and crawl.
The favorite posting last month was My Kid Sister
