.: A little taste of obscurity :.

:: Sunday, January 20, 2008 ::

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Justice. That was what his name was. Perhaps his parents had drawn up a great plan for him – a plan without many exits or secret underpasses or excuses – so he’d be lifted onto great pedestals. And perhaps they forgot about the freedom of option, much needed escapes and the difference of white lies.

Or perhaps they didn’t like the colour gray.

And I was given two options: either him or a little girl named Charity. Now, Charity is not someone you’d remember. She was plain-looking; she was that girl whose personality and face wouldn’t strike a chord. The type you’d be introduced to, and you’d participate in small talk with and within the next couple of days, you wouldn’t remember what she did for a living. Your only trigger would be her unusual name.

But I couldn’t choose. While he was important in the laws of the world, she ruled the laws unseen. While he sentenced people to death, she gave life to others. And while I understand why some people deserved to be punished, others shouldn’t even be judged.

Should Jesus have died on that cross? Should Robin Hood be worshipped as a hero? Should that accident kill the irresponsible person that I am?

Whatever your answer is, neither Justice nor Charity played a part. It was the in-between. The Diplomat. The Gray.

How then am I supposed to choose?

And Justice once told me, “I’m sorry I didn’t call. I’m a dick that way”. By your reasoning, this treatment is given because I deserve it. Pray tell, what have I done wrong?

Charity tells me to forgive and forget. Though no one remembers, let alone care about me, she says to call you and let you know that I still care.

By your principles, I should return you the same treatment you gave me. In fact, by anyone’s beliefs, I should abhor you.

But I don’t. In fact, it’s the complete opposite. Again, I ask you, how then am I supposed to choose? If you’re tired of wanting, I’m tired of waiting.

I’m still waiting for that call. After all, hope is what Charity is all about.

:: Another emo-ambient rambling at 6:49am ::