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i wanted to tell you that i'm very proud of you, did you know that? And very
pleased as well. thery're not the same to me, in that i'm pleased with your
understanding, pleased with your efforts.
Oh, but oh so proud of your attainments. Prouder still, of your failures. I'm really proud of how you fight, and stand for truth. That stand, i will add, is always backed by the prick of love, and the sting of collective failures. Of that i am mightily proud to witness.
Oh, but oh so proud of your attainments. Prouder still, of your failures. I'm really proud of how you fight, and stand for truth. That stand, i will add, is always backed by the prick of love, and the sting of collective failures. Of that i am mightily proud to witness.
You MAKE one feel. This is a mighty gift. I wouldn't want you to miss the trick here.
That it is a great burden, should not go without saying. My experience is that we each have a burden we have desired to pick up,or a thing we wished to learn. Something drew us here, bid us work the soil. So much the living clay.
Dear child, your promise has saved me. I'm proud of your heart. It is a most delightful creature. And i'm really proud of your inability and disinterest, in living an unfeeling life. If i spoke of your parents, whom i also love, i'd be remiss, because i believe we choose them, for some aspect of our work in this life. Nothing and noone is an accident.
so you my dear, to me, will always be a reminder of love, and sincerity, and struggle. I don't really care what you believe, in a way.
Lastly, at least very late, i learn what matters to us all. Love... I am tempted rarely,to nip just a little of despair. I think, "What can it harm, a tiny dip from so large a cup." Oh, yes there seems to be plenty to spare. More than enough. It's not the cup which is harmed, if anything, i fear for my stomach.
often though, my troubles with the darkness run to sloth, or arrogance, or self indulgence. On any good day, you might find me toying with all. My most favorite failings, any sin of ommision or action regarding you.
I had never really, really even understood love, never really dared to trust. You were, of course, the spoonful of that medicine. To love you was a vow extracted from a long night of hurt. I was so frightened.
You helped me to remember the taste of love. Yeah, i'm proud to know you...
