The one thing I remember in life is that I forget.
I forget how I feel about things, people, events. It all adds up to a lot of pointlessness.
Now I’m choosing to be hopeful. Choice is an an, off, yes, no, kind of thing, and I’m choosing to be hopeful, and full of hope. Full of hope.
Comparing yourself to others, it’s a despicable way to live, but if you’re smart and you watch people, you can’t help noticing you’re made of the same stuff.
And if you’re made of the same stuff, you might not be able to help yourself from doing the same stuff.
But the masks, the faces, the personas, can convince us that we’re somehow not giving the same life to the same stuff, and we are cheapened.
The king wears the crown, the king sits on the throne. The queen lies in the castle, now the queen lies in the chapel. Dead.
The king wears the crown, and the king sits in the throne, and there is no one for him to lie with. So he lies alone.
The king can not keep track of the lie, and the purpose.
The king believes the lie, and begins to tell the truth as a lie. But is it still the truth, and after a season of lies, the truth has to hurt. And it is the only time it does hurt, when someone has been lying.
But the lies, which felt so like truth, are now what the king can not tell, because he has forgotten what he was lying about. So he tells the truth, and forgets that is the truth.
Now, when he does tell the truth, it is rotten, and already lies dead.
What else can the king do? He faces the humiliation of confessing his former reign as a lie, and the future reign the truth. He faces the self-destruction of losing his truth to a lie.