No Man Should Know Unbearable Grief

No man should know unbearable grief, and carry with him it's uneasy burden; and regret could be as heavy as that, not to have accomplished much before his death: wouldn't a loving father be proud of his only son? But mine followed his own greed and destruction.... No man should refuse to multiply his off-spring, pondering over the concept of making mistakes: as his insanely-infatuated and uncaring dad did; this is a crude rejection of creating another human life, wondering if he'll take the same gruesome path and constantly err! Look! I could stop this life anytime, but my inner faith is much stronger! God gave me life and I cherish its sanctification, and only He can take it: if I rebel against His intention; so fragile as a butterfly, and yet unbreakable as a rock is my purposeful existence that I sublimely exalt through my divine and unpretentious ways! And would it suddenly end, my acceptance would be certainly approved by my dignified ways! Life free from me, and let fate be fulfilled; and what remorse will be felt, if not the guilt of having loved less? I exercise fairness and don't expect an equal amount of kindness, whatever I give...it is genuine and never cold; they can accuse me of being too harsh and judgmental, and which lessons could I teach without wisdom? Do I have the audacity to say what others fear to make known? Is it hurt, shame, embitterment, hatred or even contention that make a decent man cry out in despair to allow the act of forgiveness... when accosting the final hour, which offers nothing but death? No man should know unbearable grief as an unfair token of abstinence; the evil doer always acts on meanness, not on humaneness! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci