lauantai 15. huhtikuuta 2023

ON THE ONE HUNDREDTH AND THIRD DAY OF THE YEAR

A curse to an elderly man who tried
to play the role of a slightly condescending
person. Regretted it later, such a vulgar,
pointless thing to do, and perhaps he paid
it with some inconsiderate words or actions
towards someone else, and who knows where
that kind of chain will lead? Back to
the original culprit, perhaps. Words
have consequences, as does anger. Let
it gather and it rots you from the inside,
let it control your mouth and you might
unleash worse. All we are left with is a world
where our actions and inaction are too
complex to predict, if we fathom them at all.
One can only hope he rose above it
and was the much better man.

14.04.2023


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