Quote of the day...er...week...umm...hey, look, a quote!!

Tibi gratias agimus quod nihil fumas.

It says "...freedom of...", not "...freedom from...".

"It's amazing to me how many people think that voting to have the government give poor people money is compassion. Helping poor and suffering people is compassion. Voting for our government to use guns to give money to help poor and suffering people is immoral self-righteous bullying laziness. People need to be fed, medicated, educated, clothed, and sheltered, and if we're compassionate we'll help them, but you get no moral credit for forcing other people to do what you think is right. There is great joy in helping people, but no joy in doing it at gunpoint." - Penn Jillette







Saturday, September 27, 2008

The Promise, Part Five

Now I get on with life. That's what I decided. Real or not, I gave my word to her, and I always keep my word.

I went home, put the knife away, and kept quiet about my afternoon. Mum wouldn't know until decades later what I'd almost done. Until now, I've never written about it - in part because I didn't feel equal to the task, in part because I know it sounds crazy, and in part because I'm still not sure what happened...and may never be.

I've been there again, on the edge, looking over. I've felt the tug, the insistent pull. The yearning. It's always here, somewhere - maybe a gnat's whisper, maybe Niagara's roar. It's a constant.

Sometimes it's "You're not good enough."

Sometimes it's "Things will never get better."

Sometimes it's "No one loves you or wants you."

Sometimes it's all that and more.

Just because I don't pick up the gun, the pills, the blade, and give in to the want, the need, doesn't mean it isn't there and isn't strong enough. Oh, dear Gods above, sometimes it fair smothers me. Sometimes I wonder that I don't burst into flames, it burns so strong.

Doesn't matter. I promised. Whatever else I may be, I am not an oath breaker. Once given, my word is my bond. I won't be forsworn.

I'll live to the end of my days with it, like a hunger that can never quite be satisfied, but I'll live.

Ultimately, that's all that matters, isn't it?

2 comments:

chris said...

I admire people who keep their word...Thank God that you do!

MereCat said...

Bless you. I'm so sorry for the turmoil. But your promise is very valuable, and Im glad you keep it.