I’d like to resign from this, it isn’t what I was promised it would be. Â I was sold something different, and I now understand what this reality holds. Â Courted by your offerings, you pledged a life of great substance, but all you’ve provided are superficial things which hold no real value.
Instead, you’ve robbed me of something in the exchange. Â For everything that gets acquired carries with it the fear of its loss, the suffering of worry over it being stolen away. Â This creates a lifestyle of regret for the things I’m never able to appreciate, because I’m too busy paying for what I already have.
Entrapped in my entanglements, I’ve become unable to move beyond the void of my own divide. Â This is a dangerous place to remain for so long a journey, and it’s too easy to get lost in the wonder and excitement of it all; yet time continues passing, and there is much to do.
I’ve forgotten the path I long ago ventured, let go of the values that defined its beauty in search of some greater source of meaning. Â It never manifest. Â I’ve sacrificed my time, patience and health for the sake of an empty promise of potential which never came to pass. Â No more.
No longer will I continue to allow this to be the cause of my struggle, no longer will I allow my experience to be shaped by an external influence. Â No longer will I allow myself to be under anybody else’s control.
This is my journey, I’m going in my own direction.