What are feelings? What is emotion? Nothing more than a detractor. Something to blind us. Blind us from happiness. Make us hate the present, dread the future, and resent the past.
Now that I look back at these… people. People I had and have forsaken… for what? To prove a point? To assert that I am more righteous than the other man? No, for nothing. Nothing at all. Were all my achievements in life stacked end-to-end, the negative could far outweigh the positive.
But being imperfect is being wrong and making mistakes. I am so lucky that the people who have forgiven me, have forgiven me; that the people who are still with me, are still with me.
I am lucky.
Why am I ever in the company of people I cannot relate to?
McInerny: I love this man
I think about cutting all ties in this life and starting another somewhere far away. All the time.