Among Sinners and Paraiahs
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Prologue
I have walked my life and now I've come to an end. To come any further would have been to defy the most natural law of all.
Mortality.
"I have walked through the valley of the shadow of death," as line goes, but this is no cliche. I've had a lot of shortcomings and I deserved to be punished for all of them...
I didn't deserve to walk away. There are no happy endings. All this time we got the fable of Sleeping Beauty wrong. The prince didn't kiss her to wake her up. No one who slept for a hundred years is likely to wake up. It was the other way round. He kisses her to wake himself up from the nightmare that has brought him there.
Was it true? It almost seemed that way, but when you look into a mirror, you see someone there who isn't you. That, my friend, is the ultimate parody of all. It reminds you that you have lost yet your enemies still want to bring you down and punish you even more, to lose face and to lose the rest that you have.
This is love. When someone drags you from the wreckage when you have given in, ready to just lie there and die. This is love. When someone, no matter what the cost, shows you there is hope, a choice, that you can put down your gun. This is love. Love hurts.
I've lost.
Life isn't as simple as it seems.
Looking back, it looked simple enough four years ago. Back to where it all began.
Mortality.
"I have walked through the valley of the shadow of death," as line goes, but this is no cliche. I've had a lot of shortcomings and I deserved to be punished for all of them...
I didn't deserve to walk away. There are no happy endings. All this time we got the fable of Sleeping Beauty wrong. The prince didn't kiss her to wake her up. No one who slept for a hundred years is likely to wake up. It was the other way round. He kisses her to wake himself up from the nightmare that has brought him there.
Was it true? It almost seemed that way, but when you look into a mirror, you see someone there who isn't you. That, my friend, is the ultimate parody of all. It reminds you that you have lost yet your enemies still want to bring you down and punish you even more, to lose face and to lose the rest that you have.
This is love. When someone drags you from the wreckage when you have given in, ready to just lie there and die. This is love. When someone, no matter what the cost, shows you there is hope, a choice, that you can put down your gun. This is love. Love hurts.
I've lost.
Life isn't as simple as it seems.
Looking back, it looked simple enough four years ago. Back to where it all began.
