Things Left and Things Gone

I think sometimes we become so used to something being around, we are surprised when it is gone. The words that we choose can set things in motion that cannot be stopped. It is unfortunate that those situations leave emotional carnage in their wake. People look up and find their marriage is over because they didn't listen to the obvious; friendships fade when people fail to take care of them; and Ultimately love alone cannot fix what was lost in a decisive translation.

There is a choice to be made by one or both of the participants. Participate or lose what you have. My mother told me not to give away what was yours, not to covet what what belonged to someone else, and to take care of what belonged to you. When you give something or someone up, you no longer have a say in what happens in that part of the hemisphere. There can be respect, but there is no longer a bond that demands you govern yourself in a way that they see fit. There is no compromise in that situation because there is no commitment. I have people that have left my life that still look for me to compromise how I express my feelings. These people forgot what was said over the course of difficult conversations and the aftermath grips them in anger and disbelief. Think about your conversations and what you say to a person. Think about how things can be construed and misconstrued. And mean what you say. I refuse to tell someone how to deal with a loss that no longer has anything to do with me. It is their choice. Those that dislike me or have issue with me, express it as you see fit. Do not give me any consideration in your mending because it is yours alone. I just request not to be called out of my name...