- I wasn’t clueless. Most of my life was spent assessing and welcoming threats. During that time, I learned to apprehend when I was in danger and often how to endure it. To survive for another day, another chance at revenge or retribution. Neither of which I was able to get. Satisfaction for the scars I stomached never came and I had ceased dreaming of it. Wasted energy, I convinced myself.
- While I could no longer dream of revenge I found it remiss that dreams of safety were stolen in like. A substitution of one plight for the other might have been acceptable in my mind but to be afforded neither was unjust.