If
The Knife Doesn’t Fit
The
world gives a home to many people, who don’t deserve to have one.
And I do not mean that in the nicest way. You put a real effort into
pleasing people and into making them happy, into keeping them safe
and protected. Why? Because after some time they have found their way
into your heart and they have sure made themselves a home right
there.
Meanwhile,
you are largely unaware of the fact that the home you believe that
you have found in their hearts, is shambles. But you believe that you
are happy and safe... until you need them one day.
You
call and you call again, because life is full of emergencies. When an
emergency happens, you freak out and would rather not like to be
alone. But it doesn’t matter, because there was never a safe and
protected home. It was all an illusion and at times of emergency you
pay for being naïve.
If
someone hurts you once or twice, you forgive. You don’t forget, but
you nonetheless forgive. But the crime gets committed over and over
again. Just how many times exactly can someone stab you in the back
before enough is enough? Do you know your limits? For me it is three
strikes. Then it is game over.
Generally,
for people who strike more than thrice, I believe a punishment to be
in order. But I hope that life punishes them, without me getting
involved. I reckon that all evil boomerangs back to its owner some
day. But sometimes, it doesn’t look like life is willing to
boomerang a lot.
If
I were a person that could take revenge, I would do it. But I’m a
coward for causing a war and I remain peaceful. If you are holding
that knife of revenge in your hands (metaphorically speaking!), you
must either act or withdraw. I don’t like the fight, so I withdraw.
You
know what they say: If the knife doesn’t fit, you must quit.
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