A tiny fur ball begin to roll.
It rolled and rolled,
and rolled and rolled.
One day it begin to form a tail.
The tail grew long and long,
and long and long.
It started chasing its tail.
It chased and chased,
and chased and chased.
The fur ball begin to grow out of control.
It grew and grew,
and grew and grew.
No one stopped it.
No one tried to restrain it.
Then, one day it grew into a monster.
Today, no one can control it.
(If you are struggling with an addiction or the need for intervention, get the help you need)
Three Line Tales, Week 91
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If you’re the crow and not the feeder, make sure the hand that feeds you doesn’t cause you to croak over. If you’re the feeder and not the crow, make sure the crow you feed does not deceive you into becoming an old grouchy crow too.
(Response to the Three Lines Tales- Week 91)
Should I give up my rights to give you your rights,? Should I relinquish my morals and convictions because they’re an offense to you? Should I be required to give up what I believe to make you comfortable to stand for what you believe? Should I be silent to give you a voice? Should I be bound so you could be free? Should I lose myself so you can find yourself? Should I shrink so you can grow? Should I be unhappy to make you happy? Should I only listen and never be heard?
Without a mutual exchange there is no compromise, there is no liberty and justice for all. Where’s the equality?
Romans 2:11 For there is no respect of persons with God
We all have scars.
How we allow them to heal
determines our healing.