When the going gets tough, our real friends make themselves known.
Those who stay, to weather the storm.
I have been hurt, I have hurt others.
I hold nothing against anyone, but neither do I hold myself guilty.
I will not promise to act differently in the future, just as I won’t hold on to the past.
I could promise you to never do it again, to think it through one more time.
I could promise you gold and lush forests.
When we finally get there, I have absolutely no idea how I will act.
I have no idea what will actually happen.
So, if you are looking for promises and guarantees, security or someone to blame. You will find hundreds to join. Thousands looking for an ally in the cursing of an unfair world.
But, it won’t be me.
But, should you change your mind.
Then out beyond ideas of right and wrong doing, there is a field.
I will meet you there.*
*Last two lines by Sufi poet Jalal al-Din Rumi ca. 1250 A.D.