Throwback: Salvation

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Written April 15, 2009. The latter half of this post makes it extremely important and relevant, methinks. 

 Hey, what's it like to finally stop short, turn around and face life? To stop pretending and admit that you're through, and you can't handle it anymore? Yeah?

What's it like to let your shoulders sag from the burden?

What's it like to have to admit that you're wrong and everyone else is right? What's it like to see your dreamworld crash around your ears? To see that the clouds that supported your castle in the air suddenly decided to float away, and then have them come back to rain on your defeat??

What's it like to face a year of disgrace and shame? To spend another 9 months of feeling that you let them all down? To know you brought it all down on yourself? That you got no one and nothing else to blame, try as you might?

What do you do when every single atom of sense and security in your life is lying at your feet, as irrevocably broken as shattered glass?

Maybe what you should do is think back over the years, and skim over the main points, the sadness, and rage, the tantrums, the letdowns and the disappointment. Maybe you should dwell for a moment on the small things; the quiet moments, the wind on your face; the water on your skin; the dizzying high of the rare moments of pure unadulterated happiness you've seen.

Maybe you should think beyond the tunnel of doom stretching in front of you. Maybe, you should see the brightness of a future beyond all this; as yet untouched by the willfulness of mankind; by the cruelty and dire fairness of the world. A future where anything is possible, a future where the smile is still on your face.

Maybe you can look past the damnation to the chance of salvation; to the last chance to play your cards right; to right the wrongs... To love, and to be loved.

Cheers to a life of laughter and music. Cheers to bubbling champagne and to the promise of salvation. Cheers to the courage to face yourself. and face your mistakes.

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