04. What soul is without flaws?
In case anyone's wondering, Ken's been taken to see a specialist, for his medical condition. Nothing serious. He's fine. He'll be back late in the coming week.
The birds keep fluttering around the windows, looking for Ken. It's a little heartbreaking to see them like that. It's heartbreaking to see anyone separated from the one they love. Especially an animal, which can't understand. You could say we're all animals, because no one really understands loss.
As for me, I'm still here, for good or ill, depending on your point of view. Fortunately, I've managed to get my hands on a better grade of coffee (not that I'd say no to more coffee). Thanks, Maya. It meant a lot to me, and I don't only mean the coffee. Has the better coffee put me in a better mood? I think that's a matter of perspective, too. Me in a good mood might not be good for everyone else. But maybe it'll make me more forgiving, who can say?
I do try to forgive those who deserve it, although I'm not a naturally forgiving man. For anyone who matters in this world, forgiving oneself might be the hardest task. Whose flaws do we know better than our own? What mistakes are clearer and sharper in the mind's eye than the ones we've made ourselves?
Recently, I made more than one terrible mistake. I think about those mistakes a great deal. I've apologized to the people I wronged, and maybe they haven't all accepted my apologies, but they're not obligated to. The only thing I can be sure of was that I meant every word.
I think it's about time to stop making apologies, so I'll say it one last time, and if it's meant for you, you'll know.
I'm sorry.
Now I'll get on with living.
The birds keep fluttering around the windows, looking for Ken. It's a little heartbreaking to see them like that. It's heartbreaking to see anyone separated from the one they love. Especially an animal, which can't understand. You could say we're all animals, because no one really understands loss.
As for me, I'm still here, for good or ill, depending on your point of view. Fortunately, I've managed to get my hands on a better grade of coffee (not that I'd say no to more coffee). Thanks, Maya. It meant a lot to me, and I don't only mean the coffee. Has the better coffee put me in a better mood? I think that's a matter of perspective, too. Me in a good mood might not be good for everyone else. But maybe it'll make me more forgiving, who can say?
I do try to forgive those who deserve it, although I'm not a naturally forgiving man. For anyone who matters in this world, forgiving oneself might be the hardest task. Whose flaws do we know better than our own? What mistakes are clearer and sharper in the mind's eye than the ones we've made ourselves?
Recently, I made more than one terrible mistake. I think about those mistakes a great deal. I've apologized to the people I wronged, and maybe they haven't all accepted my apologies, but they're not obligated to. The only thing I can be sure of was that I meant every word.
I think it's about time to stop making apologies, so I'll say it one last time, and if it's meant for you, you'll know.
I'm sorry.
Now I'll get on with living.