Ruins of Hope
We all have our flaws; some grow with time; others we inherit; a few are born out of love and suffering.
We all have our flaws; some grow with time; others we inherit; a few are born out of love and suffering.
It’s true. We choose to give the best parts of us to those we love, hoping they will keep them safe and nurture them better than we ever could.
We try to convince ourselves that once we have overcome this immediate obstacle in front of us our life will get infinitely better. I’m here to tell you it won’t.
But all heroes fall sooner or later. Some fall from grace, others life and a few from our recollection. These heroes never return to us. And we realize they were never our own.
True apologies are rare. They’re difficult to formulate and even harder to deliver. They come from our darkest parts; places we are not even proud to call us.