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“Why me? Why always me? I have the worse luck. My life is so much harder than everybody else’s.”
You make me out to be a burden; you make me out to be an unjust monster. You make it seem like I am preventing you from happiness, when essentially I am guiding you to paradise on earth.
You tell the world you want a fairy-tale life, perfect partner, be the best parent, finances that fulfil your ambitions and dreams. So I listen, I listen and feel your love and intervene when that image is under threat. I am with you when you are with an uncaring partner, one who can’t even make time for you, one that can’t uncover your truest form, one who lies, and one who does not understand you and will destroy your future. I become present, screaming, pleading you to leave as your soul and spirit is walking the plank off the boat that’s destined towards your dreams.
You complain about my presence, yet it is my presence that will allow you to become the best parent. The best parent is a protector, guides and nurtures their child, is that not what I have shown you? Can you impart that wisdom without me?
When you are not feeling fulfilled and stimulated at work, I am apparent, urging you to formulate a plan at least, to pump the thump in your heart and depart from the torment that is holding your light captive. Is this not true love for you?
You tell me that you want the world to be true as possible, have an honest partner, honest group of friends, but is there anything more honest than me? Am I not alarmingly present when a fellow person you have allowed dear to your heart so recklessly, is hazardous for you? Do I not ponder through the mist of the mind and battle the naivety of the heart to warn you of someone? That same someone you consistently ignored my presence off, is that not the truest form of loyalty? Am I not honest with my education?
Do I not show you perspectives of others who are not blessed as you? Educate you the mind set of people less fortunate, making the arrogance humble? My education wipes out the living toxics within your life, but does that not teach you to appreciate the real people, the real things that remain intact? Is it not my education, which brings down a man or woman to feel the pain of another, to want to help and provide for those needing aid? It is me who sparks inspiration for change. It is me who lights the beacon to make a difference.
I share with you lessons which educate you, when to have your guard up. I share with you lessons that make you aware of predators, which cunningly conceal their intentions. I leave scars on your soul so you will never forget them, so you will always move forward in life. I love you so much that I will even scar you deeper if you dare forget the lessons, just so you do not witness the same lesson for a third time. Does that not make you stronger? I break your heart when the blood running through the veins are poison, but promise to never appear when you are with the right person, is that not fair a deal? Am I wrong for waking you to reality with heart break when you have become delusional, thinking you are in love with someone, when you’re really in love with the idea of love? Am I not your protector?
In a life where there are million wrong turns and only one correct turn, all I intend is to unconditionally guide you to the beautiful path where your heart can beat gracefully for an eternity.
I am not your enemy, I do not wish you ill fortune, I am honest, I am your professor, I am your protector, I am your guide, I am the steroids for growth towards your gracious destiny. I am pain.
Good life things.