The torture we exact upon ourselves when we let go of skepticism and objectivity hard earned through our own pain and lessons learned from the same. We, instead, become blind from the waters of optimism, we choose to take to plunge into, because we heed no voice that would call us back from the perilous cliff above it. even, our own.
“Its not like before”
“It will all work out”
Its just not the same”
You don’t know them like I do.”
We have a reason … an excuse.. to fit any desperate plea to call us back from the ledge.
We will leap no matter what.
It is that need for faith, not in someone else but ourselves, that we must hastily reforge. An All consuming need to right and true ourselves.
And so.. do we crash on the rocks…. No, are we washed out to Sea.. no… We flounder.. tread water helplessly, for all to watch.. till we are water logged and spent.
We Just might call for help.. maybe we drown… or we might be blessed with tide and crashed upon the shore, but in the end we will have few moments to reflect on how we came to this moment, when we ignore all, even ourselves in what we chose to believe.