Seriously. I rejoice in the failure of people who I believe deserves to fail. I am like the older brother in the tale of the Prodigal’s Son. Those who don’t cherish forgiveness should never be forgiven, and those who don’t help themselves should never be helped.
When this thought clearly clicks, I should begin to question how good I am in relation to how good I claim to be. Is this wrong? How good is good? Where is my limit? Really… this constant struggle between the subconscious and the conscious. In the end, I feel that the subconscious will win out. It will get me by surprise.
And just for the finish.. you tick me off.
I wish your own words would come around and choke you.