It’s not enough for me to just give up.
I need to fail spectacularly at whatever task is at hand if it can’t be accomplished with grievous perfection.
I want to deeply mourn the failure, deride my own efforts, sink to the bottom, sojourn with the pain.
It’s only then, after later regrouping, that you can find me. Brawling like some blind savage, completely oblivious to every sinkhole and momentary corruption thrown in along the way.
But even my black and white existence cannot long dwell in a world still pretending to hide its gray tyranny behind some soft bogus pastels.
One day I’ll surrender.
But not until I’m free.
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