"we are motionless"

mistakes

She lied. I've known it from the start. But simply because she lied doesn't mean we should all turn our back on her and walk away. It's so easy to leave, so easy.

But why do we lie? But to cover up our own fears, our own dissatisfaction. Yet all you do is sit here and criticize, telling me to abandon her just like you and everyone else.

I'm sorry but I refuse to follow in your footsteps. It's not like I don't see it. It's not like I wasn't hurt. But I have seen enough in the world to understand just how fragile humans can be. And how lonely they can feel.

I can't save people. Nor do I expect to. But to purposely isolate someone at their lowest? It is saddening to think about. We turn our backs so easily on people in the moments when they need us most. So much potential for change, so much opportunity for moral support, gone with a single deflection.

I might be wrong. Maybe in the end they will become that subjectively terrible person who comes to do subjectively terrible things. Maybe it is better to just cut them off now before they bring negative influence upon my life. Just maybe. But I can't bring myself to agree with it.

Perhaps I am naive. Perhaps I am foolish. But if that's what it means to believe in human potential then so be it. I am foolish. I am naive. And I want to be nothing less.

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07 June 2011 7:10:00 AM





"this time is ours"
"Here's what I think, Mr. Wind-Up Bird," said May Kasahara. "Everybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I'd really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can't seem to do it. They just don't get it. Of course, the problem could be that I'm not explaining it very well, but I think it's because they're not listening very well. They pretend to be listening, but they're not, really. So I get worked up sometimes, and I do some crazy things."



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