Age is pretty relative until it’s crippling. Partly due to this inescapable feeling that I’ll be escaping the consequences that time will be inflicting.
The more I see, the more I respect those who have seen more. The more I hear, the more I respect those who’ve been in it before.
The truth is a rumored river that is indistinguishable from all others, from an outside point of view, and nowadays, everyone picks one with full indisputable certainty, and then hate and fear everyone else.
I missed a rhyme there, I’m aware, but some things are more important than rhyming fares with mares and orange with porridge. It’s Christmas, a no longer valued tale of ultimate hope fulfilled of a salvation made available to all of us, and thus, I’m forced to remember the kindness that is so absent from the world. Some words really should be bold, and underlined and italicized, so maybe then we’d all remember what shoulda been prioritized.
Being right, not arguing the side. Being kind, not winning the fight. That we tried, not acting on fright.
Forgiveness. Compassion. Understanding. Respect. Honor. Honesty.
Where have they gone? I look around and all is lost or withdrawn.
Like the years, and the age, they become just words on a page.
Left behind by time.Â
