Taking disadvantage of the opportunity
On this day I held an opportunity.
An opportunity to create a smile, and we all know how much I love to create smiles. I would have painted a picture full of hopes and dreams in a happy little world tainted pink. It would have been beautifully sugar coated with nothing but the sweetest, nicest, purest of lies.
I am a horrible liar. Not just in speech, but writing too. Somewhere in the message, no matter how much I edited it and read it over, some of the bitter truth can always be tasted. I know I could never pull that off. In a way I wish I could, to bring me a tad bit closer to where I want to be. In a way I am happy that I can't, because lies are horrible and that is a skill I'd rather not have.
I thought of just giving the truth. Share how bitter things really are. I would be using my opportunity to create tears instead of smiles. Possibly share some of my own pain, which nicely adds that touch of vengance that we all naturally desire in the worst ways.
No, such a display of "truth" really wouldn't be the truth at all. Such an action, knowing the effects, wouldn't be truthful. It is not what I want to do. It will not lead me to where I want to be. It would be momentary satisfaction with heavy costs against what I truly want for the future.
So, what did I do on this one day full of opportunity?
Nothing at all.
I doubt my lack of action will be noticed. I doubt they will ever be missed. Hell, I doubt I will be missed.
I notice my actions and I believe that I am really a stronger man.
A stronger man because I can act like a coward.
A coward that practices what he preaches and does what is best for himself and others.
Run, even with the temptation of the rewards of actions nagging in his head.
An opportunity to create a smile, and we all know how much I love to create smiles. I would have painted a picture full of hopes and dreams in a happy little world tainted pink. It would have been beautifully sugar coated with nothing but the sweetest, nicest, purest of lies.
I am a horrible liar. Not just in speech, but writing too. Somewhere in the message, no matter how much I edited it and read it over, some of the bitter truth can always be tasted. I know I could never pull that off. In a way I wish I could, to bring me a tad bit closer to where I want to be. In a way I am happy that I can't, because lies are horrible and that is a skill I'd rather not have.
I thought of just giving the truth. Share how bitter things really are. I would be using my opportunity to create tears instead of smiles. Possibly share some of my own pain, which nicely adds that touch of vengance that we all naturally desire in the worst ways.
No, such a display of "truth" really wouldn't be the truth at all. Such an action, knowing the effects, wouldn't be truthful. It is not what I want to do. It will not lead me to where I want to be. It would be momentary satisfaction with heavy costs against what I truly want for the future.
So, what did I do on this one day full of opportunity?
Nothing at all.
I doubt my lack of action will be noticed. I doubt they will ever be missed. Hell, I doubt I will be missed.
I notice my actions and I believe that I am really a stronger man.
A stronger man because I can act like a coward.
A coward that practices what he preaches and does what is best for himself and others.
Run, even with the temptation of the rewards of actions nagging in his head.