I fear I have fallen into an escapist attitude. The night with the girl was nothing more than a distraction against all of the problems in my life.
Yes. Poverty is a bitch. Nevertheless, I must act swiftly for I fear I shall fall into the same pattern as the people I help. The first step is realization. The second shall be action.
Today I reclaim myself. No more lies. No more distractions. Nothing that takes me a step away from the reality of my situation. I shall write a more poetic prose or love the girl when my soul can bear the pressure.
I must be strong and cold.
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