Are you back again? I'm getting tired of you coming.
You're wearying even me.
Is it the same excuse again? What are you struggling with this time? The lack of committing, the pushing and shoving anything down to be numb to everything, the laziness that is somehow so consuming, the overwhelming weight of living?
Don't you think you would've learned by now? This is becoming so routine, every few months it seems.
How far will you go this time before your conscience decides to proceed to pull you back in before you end up in disaster? Just like every other time you've come to me?
Why don't you ever learn? You won't fully come through the door because that's too hard you see.
You play with it, dabble a bit, get your feel of it until you've had enough and then you leave. But if that's what you're going to do again why do you keep coming back to me?
If you're not even going to commit to me, why don't you try a little bit harder to do the right thing? You don't want me. My door is always open but only to people who will actually use me. When you think about coming in, your thoughts run away with you about what could be and then you decide that it's better if you leave.
If you're not going to come with me, then pack up your baggage and leave. Go to the house across the way where you actually want to be and don't come back to me. This is the Foundation of Failures Society.
Go and try something different this time. Don't hinder us in our home with your hopes and dreams of prosperity.
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