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XXVI.
I confess so I can heal.
If I deny, I remain sick.
Too much of a good thing.
No such creature.
However, there is a possibility of too much of my good thing. An overdose of my definition of “proper” and my code of appropriate behavior.
In my lifespan, I have seen morality change so often that I think we might want to consider writing the list in pencil. Finding what is unchangeable and humanly fulfilling is like searching for the pearl of great price in a desert of my misunderstanding.
Thus my problem with William.
We had the same Mommy and Daddy. I have been trying to confirm that we have the same Father.
I am not a religious man by any stretch of the imagination, but I see no value in traveling through this life making effort to love my neighbor as myself, comfortless from having a Friend who encourages me and believes in the same aspiration.
I really don’t care if He or She is imaginary as long as He or She is attentive.
William checked out of his life too early.
He was an excellent teacher who became despondent because he cared too much. The interesting factor is that after each one of us checks out of our lives, we no longer care about how we treated the “motel room” provided. Yes, there’s a danger of trashing one’s own existence.
About 25 years ago I decided to love William no matter what.
Hell, I was lousy at it. The reason for my failure is that even though I pursued unconditional love, I realized that humanly speaking, once that is determined to be impossible, we become obnoxious to those we intended to bless. Simply put, in the process of loving William, I had too many goddamn ideas on what William should be.
- I thought it was helpful. It ended up being hurtful.
- I thought it was ingenious. It was proven ridiculous.
- I was never condemning. But I cannot truthfully say I was always consoling.
So for about nine months, I walked away from my relationship with William, giving him a chance to breathe air that wasn’t contaminated with my opinion.
The difficulty lies in the fact that William tends to alienate those souls who come his way, so after several months he recontacted me, figuring that a nosy brother was better than leading a faceless life.
So I’m off today to have lunch with him for the first time in over a year. I am scared and not ashamed to admit it.
I don’t want to be an asshole.
I don’t want to tread on his very thin ice, break through and drown us both.
So I confess to you that I am a caring person who realizes that caring is a dangerous thing. It only becomes valubale if the person receiving it has some place to tuck it away.
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