Redefinition

Moment of honesty.
I can still hear this house making fun of me... and it hurts my feelings.
I mean, I know I was naive. That house doesn't need to rub it in.
The tail end of all those consequences is going to be intense, but at least it is the tail.

So I stand still. The momentum of my freedom got out of hand, and a moment of confusion caused me to stop and look back. I'm not sure how long I've been standing here now, time doesn't seem to be a factor. How did I get here? Where was I going? It seemed to be important because I was really in a hurry. I could stare at this path behind me all day, and try to make sense of it... or worse, try to think of how I could have changed it... like, "what if I could have better articulated the position you put me in." and "what if I kept fighting, maybe..."

"Hey!"
"ya?"
"Look, you can go back down that path, but I'll tell you right now, you're going to be walking it alone."
"Why do you say that?"
"I've been down that way, and you're not going to find anyone to fight for you down there."
"Then what's the point in moving at all?"
"I tell you the truth, if you choose to move forwards, I will fight by your side every step."

Freedom is beautiful. But limited by truth and discipline... and meaningless without love.