All those broken promises

Nothing encourages feeling all bee and blue like writing.

The written words of a master, who is not too distant and who watches by the sidelines as the world whirls on its ostentation of human drama.

I feel..ignominious at times, at myself, for all those broken promises.

Who could stand, head above shoulders, proud and tall, and see through all the concatenations of a young adult's life? To see where something went wrong, to hear the ill-advised words, to stop the ill-timed gesture: all done at such tender age?

So you thought you sought understanding. But does understanding really make you happy? You should clean those glasses before trying to see. Understand what is plain and meant to be. Understand first what is understandable.

Then the non-understandable becomes a little easier to let go.

Oh this prevaricate post.