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Mend your life before you try to mend mine. |
It is so easy to lean back and criticize others, while we sit on the corpse that we just buried. It is funny how there will always be people around you that look the other cheek when it is convenient for them. Yet again, it is so intriguing to see such people with a scale weighing our mistakes in life, feeling empowered by their position, and feel like they have some form of control in others lives. Why is it that there are people out there that feel that they should fix certain aspects of our lives? knowing very well that their own lives are crumbling behind them, maybe they thrive on the thought of having some control. I question, this, in those who pretend to be close to you. How is it that you can easily point a finger at a woman who is Trying to thrive and survive in this challenging world? Are having two children and a husband that loves you and is willing to take care of you too much for you to handle? Do you feel empowered by the position that you now hold? That you feel it is inevitable to turn the other cheek? How is it that you can look in the face of a man that has the bloodshed of innocent men on his hands, and tell him you love him, and share the same sheets with him, while corps rots under your own roof? You are too busy worrying about insignificant banter and rumors when you yourself cannot fathom your loved one behind cement walls, or underground, or sad? We both have the upper hand in our lives, and believe you me; we all have skeletons in our closets. And it takes a sad and very insecure woman to try and piece them together in hopes of achieving malignancy. Blood is oil, and it is sanctified, and when shed it cries out more than the babble of the living. Pray that you do not awaken sleeping dragons because a sea of snakes will follow, and pray for guidance before you proceed in action. Think of the consequences that may come with your actions, for we all have something to lose, whether it is emotional, physical or spiritual, there is no hiding from ourselves. |