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Voluntas

Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2015 2:28 am
by Thenarius
Our wills are less free than they seem to be.
Like snowflakes collecting on a branch til it breaks,
These are the days of our lives.

Our memories pile up, oppress us, weigh us down
Regret, sorrow, brokenness
A misplaced word, a mishandled heart
They rob our choice from us
The past determining the present preventing a future
"No one to blame but myself!" Cry the proud
"No one to hold accountable for my faults!"
Detached from resentment, but detached from reason
Insisting they, alone, choose their way.

The only difference between a child and an adult is that the adult knows his mind
But knowing is only half the battle.