Back To Basics

"Much was won and much more was lost."

The past week has been the ultimate trial and most bitter week of these past months. It was a, in a way, appropriate ending for this chapter in my life and so on to the next.

Everyone enjoys the success and outcomes but never experience the pitfalls in that particular journey. It is like watching Lord Of The Rings at the beginning where the Ring and it's evils have to be destroyed, and then fast forwarding to the part where Smeagol falls into the pit with the Ring. People sigh and forget the fallen; then go on to cheer and celebrate the winners. But the effort put in, the tears, blood, sweat and the drama are still the same. It is a 50-50 chanced situation which decides who goes on and who goes back.

Am I happy? Apathetic, more like it. The congratulations ring like empty words on my ears. Of course, the sincerity of friends' wishes do not go unappreciated, but this success feels empty. the medal much lighter and less meaningful.

O, I may be rumoured to be arrogant with the win, but I am not. I never will be, as the journey was not worth the while. I have never given up, as people would like to say, it was more of a slight of words, seeking for reassurance. The excuses, you label them, are just mere expressions of the truth, but you, O wisemen, have not viewed the deeper meaning behind those words, but instead choose to interpret them using that tainted spyglass in your deep pockets. The words you threw at us were just passed off as jokes, whereas any jokes on our side were accounted for as insults. It should be the other way around, but you may continue. If all these make you wisemen enjoy deeper slumber in your chambers at night, so be it. I experience sleepless nights for a reason, which I believe, will present itself to me in the future. Go ahead, leave behind you, the trail of people whom you've wronged, wisemen, and see not that the people you now surround yourself with, will soon wrong you and be wronged by you. It is a writhing, broiling snake pit that you are in, filled with treachery and stomachfuls of poison. I cannot laugh at this pitiful situation. I cannot bring myself to, despite being the victim of your tormentations. Go to your temples, wisemen, and launch into speech about how we share the same blessings from the same God. But, hear this, my faith and yours are worlds apart. Mine may be shaken as an apple tree, ripe for the picking, and yours stands steadfast strong, like a looming tower in a gale. But, I continue to bear fruit, after my branches have been stripped bare, but you, you O wisemen, shall remain barren, a land scorched by blasphemy and lies, gifts of Judas.

I am glad, to leave. I hope, sooner than I think.

Goodbye, old friends. Welcome the new, Honesty, Truth & Principles.