Everybody wants to live a miracle but sometimes, some have to suffer a little for what they really want... and some are kept prisoners for what is wanted for them...
I was also told that some have to get only bad stuff and I felt that they must have wanted all the good for me... really... experience can teach us to be better humans, better children and better parents.... better pros... better archetypes (?)
Here is a little poem about sacrifice and hard times, about who we are and who we aren't,
in the end we're just what we had the strength and courage to be....
"Basically the same thing"
I show you faith,
You show me how wrong I AM,
I show you good intentions,
I can go to hell with all of them.
I show you kindness,
Your pride tells me to go fuck myself.
I take responsibility for my action,
Hating my weaknesses, being too wrong,
Accepting them, still being too wrong, thus unacceptable.
I show you my lost faith....
I show you then even more...
I tell you lies you can happily live for,
With my stupid work you can make your fortunes in 'your' everything.
I tell you then the truth, but you won't believe it...
I tell you that I don't care, I lived it...
I cry but my tears only amuse you and your ways...
I'm thankful for my pride, my sorrow forced into a lie acceptable,
A truth when it got possible to be lived.
The second chance to...
basically the same thing.
A poem explaining salvation and the way we all have to take... Sacrificing ourselves for something in this life... something that will mean all the somebodies we probably cared for or loved..... all those we had to learn how to forgive and accept... with a wide smile put on our faces living gracefully our beautiful Heavenly Hell .... together.
*Sorry for the unacceptable language. They are still part of the dictionary and the world… apparently we do have to accept everything as part of our lives so…. I hope you won’t be too offended.