Disappointed?
I am glad I am nothing like you.
I am glad that I can bring something other than misery to the people around me, and that I know how to be something other than miserable.
I have tried my best to extend the olive branch, but you have yet to surprise me: any act of kindness or attempt to bridge the gap on my part, continues to be rewarded with disdain and hostility.
I have tried to bring you joy but time after time, you spit it back in my face.
I suppose I should know by now that this is who you are: unable to accept others, unable to accept yourself, and unable to enjoy life. For you, existence (I cannot even say "life") is something to be endured, rather than enjoyed. Worse yet, you expect the people around you to be the same as you; constantly angry at everything, always blaming the world, circumstances, and yourself.
You wear your negativity, cynicism and pessimism like a badge of honour, as if it somehow makes you superior, and somehow more "wise" than the rest of us.
You seem disappointed that I'm not turning out to be what you want or expected.
Perhaps you'd prefer if I turned out more like you.
To that, I can only say that I am happy to disappoint.
Nonetheless, I feel pity for you.
How can I not have pity for a man who does not know how to enjoy what he has?
You, who know the cost of everything, but the value of nothing.
How can I not have pity for a man who does not know how to receive love from the people closest to him?
You, who know how to give snide remarks and merciless criticism, but not how to give or receive grace or compliments.
How can I not have pity for a man who cannot love others, because he does not love himself?
You, who know how to raise your voice and lose your temper at the smallest mistakes, yet not how to appreciate the smallest acts of love.
I can only pray that someday you will find that life doesn't have to be about building walls and setting barricades.
And I will continue to live my life my way, because I can see where your way leads - and I want nothing to do with that.
I am glad that I can bring something other than misery to the people around me, and that I know how to be something other than miserable.
I have tried my best to extend the olive branch, but you have yet to surprise me: any act of kindness or attempt to bridge the gap on my part, continues to be rewarded with disdain and hostility.
I have tried to bring you joy but time after time, you spit it back in my face.
I suppose I should know by now that this is who you are: unable to accept others, unable to accept yourself, and unable to enjoy life. For you, existence (I cannot even say "life") is something to be endured, rather than enjoyed. Worse yet, you expect the people around you to be the same as you; constantly angry at everything, always blaming the world, circumstances, and yourself.
You wear your negativity, cynicism and pessimism like a badge of honour, as if it somehow makes you superior, and somehow more "wise" than the rest of us.
You seem disappointed that I'm not turning out to be what you want or expected.
Perhaps you'd prefer if I turned out more like you.
To that, I can only say that I am happy to disappoint.
Nonetheless, I feel pity for you.
How can I not have pity for a man who does not know how to enjoy what he has?
You, who know the cost of everything, but the value of nothing.
How can I not have pity for a man who does not know how to receive love from the people closest to him?
You, who know how to give snide remarks and merciless criticism, but not how to give or receive grace or compliments.
How can I not have pity for a man who cannot love others, because he does not love himself?
You, who know how to raise your voice and lose your temper at the smallest mistakes, yet not how to appreciate the smallest acts of love.
I can only pray that someday you will find that life doesn't have to be about building walls and setting barricades.
And I will continue to live my life my way, because I can see where your way leads - and I want nothing to do with that.
posted by Johan @ 9:12 PM
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