It’s difficult to think your pain has been the object of a massive practical joke. An online one, at that. A life lived back to front, by design. Jeez. You didn’t need a joke to get a beautiful, heartfelt watch. Just your presence and your kindnesses were plenty.
And the peace of mind that, even now, I must surely sustain you were offering up to me.
And maybe after today I’m wrong; and maybe after today I need to accept I got it wrong about people again; and maybe after today I have to start from scratch for the umpteenth time in my life.
But even after today … well … I still don’t think you’ve all been party to a making fun of me, sin más. And if you have, and time will tell, and the lesson will have to once again be absorbed if never properly acquired, because that lesson I refuse to learn because that lesson would damage and undermine the very foundations of my belief system … because that lesson is just plain rubbish … because that lesson is going against all that humanity should be and manifest and share and express …
And if all you have been doing is aiming to make fun of me, then yes … yes, I shall need to start from scratch.
For the umpteenth time of the umpteenth time of the umpteenth time in my life.
And yet despite all your designs and all your devilish detail … I still believe you are capable of humanity … I still believe in your essential goodness … I still deny your bad faith. Give me evidence either way, and I shall still find it very hard not to believe in the good we all are able to show.
The good we all are.
The good that leads to true happiness, joy and shared peace of mind.