Honor.
There was a path without honor.
It was gilded in gold. Filled with the experiences, memories, and moments that I desired.
But it lacked honor.
There was a path, where I stepped on people’s heads, instead of treading lightly underfoot. A path where I got all of the glory and took less of the pain.
But there was no honor.
There was a path where I walked by a struggling fellow, I kept the extra dollar, and was on time for the meeting. I was promoted and applauded and lauded in celebration.
But there was no honor.
There was a path where I kept the things I cherish the most.
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find it.
And now all that’s left is honor.
I know not whether I am broken, or a phoenix who has burned to ash. But the show must go on.
Stay warm.
DC
