Thus, it starts, in the way that the old ended. Now it reverts to the
age old, "He said, she said" to blame others when nothing was actually
said and the reduction of allies trusts to ash. A simple gesture is
turned into a meaning worthy of an accusation, an accusation that causes
reaction, reactions that have yet to play out to their extent. This is
where I lay at this moment; the moment that is reminiscent of a fateful
choice; a choice that changed many paths for the better yet is still a
mystery as to why. This moment is one of that same rapidity of beats and
shakes men cower from, these are the drums that have made the walls of
Jericho fall, the same that make the strong into cowards. The moment
when Fear itself might run away despite its overwhelming hold it may
have, it too cowers from the future actions that have yet to transpire
even now, so soon to their inaction.
Fear that treads into the
corners of perseverance, dedication, and pride. Will it crush the way of
progress that has thus far transpired to aquire that miscule chance of
the future long ago had dreams of? Could it be that the dedication to
ones own goal will be taken away in one fowl action? Is it able to
wither the pride of family, heritage, and want to not let down ones own
family?
How should one go against the confrontation that will soon
be based on the stereotypical bully style "give me your lunch money"
demeanor? If one were to confront it aggressively, the consequences
greatly out way the interest of even thinking so, let alone
contemplating how to go about such wordings or mannerisms. Does that
then mean one should be the goat on the wire, the easy meal thrown at
the zoo?
Neither of these are of decent results to walk by. Still have no idea what to say when it the time comes. We shall see.
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