Purified and Formed

You do make mistakes. Grave ones sometimes. You swear on it, you cry on it. You feel foolish. You can’t believe you didn’t see it coming. Things you do in the tip of anger, when your logic is as intact as a schizophrenic’s. That after a nick of time you dearly regret it. Precious knowledge you blab to a suck-up, a fake, during a delirium of lust.

All good education comes in price. Comes in pricey. My three-year-ish in this company is a PhD in the education of life. Solid gold needs to be purified in fire. A prime katana needs to be formed in great force.

"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars." Kahlil Gibran