Sorry For Our Sorries

Revenge is rarely worth it.

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Apologize is a nine-letter word you can’t find in the dictionary of those that actually mean something when they aren’t backed by consistent action.

When they aren’t supported by a meaningful display of concern, empathy, and sincerity for those they’re meant for — they’re just two-syllable jumbles deserving of a destiny in a trashcan.

Let’s go sorry for sorry and see who really means it. One another’s eyes and tone will determine the victor. No need to get referees or judges involved. They’d only penalize us points and hand down condescending looks, likely because they’re bitter about the fact they know damn well neither one of us are going to apologize to any of them.

Pain is its own form of penalization and punishment. The constructed universe and demagogues who falsely consider themselves rulers of their own sad worlds hand them down and call it justifiable homicide of the softer souls. They sleep just fine at night because they tell themselves, they did some right that day. And you know what, they did and will again the next day. So more power to them. God speed. Prayers for the falsely fallen.

Karma hurts, but eventually, it heals. Even if it isn’t the brand of it we were betting on or hoping for. We reap what we sow, or whatever the fuck that overly…