Occasionally we see that our strength waivers and we stand at the bridge of consequences, this is the price we pay for the freedom of choice. Balanced on a beam high above the clouds, the rebellion of youth and the maturity that only time brings battles with the heart and soul to understand. The mind tempered with responsibility questions whether leading with the heart has a selfish motive. It leaves a note sour upon the soul, that we might not be worthy of a better life. That somehow life is predetermined and fate holds the cards.
Undermined by earlier lessons of childhood we find self respect shadowed in the darkness, our character maimed by our lack of courage. Here in the darkness is where we meet with our obligation to self. The scale in life unbalanced by contributing circumstances.
There is no greater love then of self for