I had this fantasy the other day–no months, to tell the truth and honesty is what it’s all about–to save the world beyond the me, though trickle down effects would serve my ass as well. To put the mind above the heart–the heart, of course, so sorely pumped of blood to feed emotion in more important times and places. Magnanimous, and yet self-serving in the end, but planned to choose with strategy that benefited all, or so I could believe.
But now my careful study, all the time and squeezing of the facts to get to leave the bone to pick, so pure and white and clean. It’s all just an experience when all around are going through, deciding in their own fair way–or not–but strategies I thought would overcome. A plan that will not be, not see the testing of its theory, right or wrong.
And now, a new plan must be made to live within the choice of those who would not choose with me.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
yes
“And now, a new plan must be made to live within the choice of those who would not choose with me.”
exactly, and well put