I was robbed at gunpoint in August. I wrote this post about a week after the incident to the GUY but never posted it. However, I think I am ready to open up about this journey for anyone who cares to know. maybe there are some parallels with where you are / you've been.
Dude, how much did you pay for that stuff? I think it cost me some patience + hard work. Or some people call it 2,000 dollars. And you? Maybe some courage. Some steel. And a sharp eye. But I think it cost you more than that. Maybe, more than you realize.
Dude, how much did you pay for that stuff? I think it cost me some patience + hard work. Or some people call it 2,000 dollars. And you? Maybe some courage. Some steel. And a sharp eye. But I think it cost you more than that. Maybe, more than you realize.
See I never agreed to letting you steal my joy. I gave you my things, but I never agreed to anything more. I haven’t seen you for nearly a week, but it feels like you have been begging me daily to hand more things over to you. My freedom. My independence. My dreams. My peace of mind. I never said you could. And though you didn’t ask for them then, you have been asking me all week! I can’t take it anymore, which is why I am here to tell you loud and clear – you can’t have it.
What about you?
How much did it cost you? I can only guess, since we aren’t really tight like that. Have you lost your freedom? Your independence? Your confidence? Maybe not today, or even tomorrow. Maybe not this year, or the ones to follow. But if you really look in the mirror with honest eyes, I think you may see – what you gained is nothing compared to what you lost.
Pardon me, I may have spoke too soon. Did you even have those things to give? Who stole those things from you? Because no one I know hands those things over without a fight. Is it your addiction? Was it your Family? Anger? Bitterness? What is it? You gotta figure it out so you can get it back! I don’t want you to live without it anymore. Oh, and here is a common misconception I’ll attempt to free you from: stealing other people’s freedom, confidence, and independence doesn’t replace yours. You have to go back to where you lost it and do whatever it takes to get it back.
As for me, I can’t wait for you. I can’t wait for you to come around and see the light. I have to keep moving. I have to keep doing what I am doing whether I ever hear from you or not.
These last few days I started getting confused on what exactly I handed over to you Monday night. My freedom. My independence. My dreams. My peace of mind. – you can’t have it.
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