Theory of Care

You can only be in a state of blissful ignorance for so long until you realize that being nice to everyone only results in unwanted problematic issues that arise. Although I would love to keep every friend that I have met through the course of moving about to being back where I supposedly belong, that is in all essence, a practical impossibility.

Friends really do come and go. In efforts to please all of them simultaneously with in a reciprocal manner, instead it fails me and truly, a lesson to be learned. In this reality which we occupy, fairness is simply non-existent. When push comes to shove, you are only left with friends whom you can distribute, however much of your limited that you might have toward.

Furthermore, there are friends that you definitely value and certain ones that you tend to value more, simply a matter of picking and choosing. It really dazes you in wonder because you understandably can not do so and will not be able to have your cake and eat it too.

Splitting the slices of the cake of your time really becomes complicated and only amounts to jealousy to those whom do not share the same amount of the metaphorically phrased desert. Granted, I have to admit that my attention no longer is distributed equally as I have come to be concerned about certain people over others. Still friends none the less, the slices of the pie is noticeable and understandably so, it creates the need for more cake for some and the victimization of those whom are already getting most of it.

Mistakes are in abundance in the course of our lives, never escaping the harsh truth that we live as a student of life. Being nice, too nice only gets someone hurt. Being decisive only leaves you with too few of a number of options. I'll meet you halfway.

Monday Morning

Randomly randomized scribbles of randomly randomized scribbles....

Waking up to your pretty face each day
The scent of you on my pillow case
Having a brand new start to make my way
Yet I tremble at the thought of the fray

The sun mourns at the sight of me
Clouds gather to celebrate the tragedy
Tears from the sky rains with glee
Maybe its a Monday morning or just me

You're love's like a cigarette
I can't get enough of it
You get me high, without flying
I'm in an total abyss