(no subject)
My brother surprised me, but I shouldn't have been. He is the only one that has cultivated character and integrity over the years. But the rest of them have not. They have reamined bullies, abusers, offering their gift of sankara, with no attempt to change, even when confronted with their abuse; which of course, they become thus more abusive in their defense.
I accepted this, the way they are, choose to be, and that they will never change, be what a family is supposed to be, before I left.
While I was away, it was a beautiful respite, and I forgot, almost like it was simply a dream. But, confronted with (the reality of) it again, I have to accept it once again.
I can't choose or change their choices, but I can choose not to accept their gift, not to let it ruin me.
I accepted this, the way they are, choose to be, and that they will never change, be what a family is supposed to be, before I left.
While I was away, it was a beautiful respite, and I forgot, almost like it was simply a dream. But, confronted with (the reality of) it again, I have to accept it once again.
I can't choose or change their choices, but I can choose not to accept their gift, not to let it ruin me.