Would waiting to jump into this have made things better or worse?
But if I had not jumped in, would I be writing now about how I wished I had?
Maybe this good thing would have been better if it were given a few good years to mature.
Maybe this good thing would have become the best.
But now it's been spoiled, to some degree, and there's not much that can be done.
Well, there maybe something that can be done.
But there's a whole lot of frustrations that would have to be dealt with.
And it takes two, not one.
Maybe I'm just mad because I let the leash I've always held tightly to, for good reasons, let out a little.
Maybe I'm just irked because those red glasses are never honest.
Convincing, yes. But never honest.
Maybe I'm just angry because there was that little God-given voice that kept whispering to me quietly, "Not now."
No "yeses" or "noes." Simply, "Not now."
And I thought I was more wise!
Surprised that it worked out the way He predicted it would?
You shouldn't be. He warned you.
And now there's that confusing state of frustration that's grasping for resolve.
The other end speaks words, but acts on another way of doing things.
This doesn't help the musings of my heart, being that I'm deep and the other is a bit shallow.
But shallow only for 45% of the time.
The other 55% is quite nice because there's actual intellectual jargon.
Oh well. Time will tell.
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