As we gather up the pieces, and begin sorting them out as best we can… we now find that they were right all along. We were misled. We were foolish.
We were simply wrong.
We found out the hard way how easy it is to make errors in judgement, when myriads of swampy details assault us daily. So damn easy.
Mistakes happen my friend, and they should be acknowledged as such. I need you to acknowledge this.
I can’t do this alone.
Are you ready? Can we face the darkness at last?
It’s going to sting when the bandage is finally pulled off.
I want to warn you right now, and give you what comfort and assurance I can.. so please brace yourself. Keep in mind.. it’s OK if you stood on the wrong side of the tracks, and fell headlong into the madness of swampy goo.
I did too.
Time will not be kind to us, I’m afraid.
I’m so very afraid.
We need a plan. We need an outline, a monkey trail to follow in order to traverse the ravine, and reach the outer banks safely.
We need a plan.
Acknowledge it, work to change faulty perceptions.. then move on with your life.
That will do.
-I am Crandew