Yourself?

Endgame

I've been thinking about why i gave up. The logic's clear in my mind, but some matters are partly of the heart as well.

Why give up on someone who has come so close to perfection?

Each day I mourn the passing of yet another day wasted. Giving up now means the loss of even more time. But I'd rather risk it completely, for the best, than to win a partial victory with certainty. Some things are just not in my hands. And each day wasted, shouldn't be a responsibility that someone else has to bear.

It is out of my hands because a shared future means a shared responsibility. This last test then, is not a test set by me, but by her. Will she risk a certain partial happiness for a probable lifelong happiness?

We underestimate our ability to choose our own happiness and the happiness of the people around us. Sometimes we hope they might make decisions for us. We look to the stars, to the arrangement of leaves in a teacup, to the words of a medium, to the voice of prayer in order to remove the burden of choice from our shoulders.

Man's free will is man's burden, yet it's also man's only hope of happiness. Free will separates us from what has come before, and lets us seek for the future.

If everything's an extension of the past, can miracles happen?

posted by Downhere. @ 1:27 am