Hanging on a Cliff

I wonder if this is how it feels for everyone. You know that feeling jumping off a cliff? Not the exhilarating kind. The one wherein you try to let go of your inhibitions and make a step and actually act on your good intentions? Yes that supposedly liberating feeling. Only, after all that struggle of finally ‘doing’, you are told that you’re doing it all wrong. So you’ve jumped off that cliff, and hit this rock. 

Where does that leave you? What does that make of you? Who are you?

Now you wish you could just rewind and you should have just shut up. Undo. Undo. Undo. 

But you know there’s no Ctrl-Z in life. So you just latch on the crap that you are and accept that even with your good intentions, you’re basically still a monster. So you cry silently for help, and drown yourself in your own pity. Sweeeet!

Kisses. Hugs. And good luck, Rein.