I address this letter to you, to silence your voice and put an end to your wiles. For too long I have been put under your spell. It seemed innocent enough, how you would spurn me on like so many other deceivers, to a goal we seemed to have in common. Whenever I would slip, or fall even, you were there to remind me, to shame me and ridicule me back to my feet. It was the shame, and the ridicule that I feared, and so it was fear that forced me onward, like the point of a sword to one who is being made to walk the plank.
But for so long I couldn’t see the truth of it: That you were, indeed, moving me forward towards a different end, a more poisonous one.
I have decided that self-loathing is too high a price to pay, and so I will achieve my goals through self-respect and discipline. I am doing this to be happy and live well. So, as you may already know, there is no room for guilt and regret in the lifestyle that I have chosen to live. Farewell.
Dear Guilt and Regret,
I address this letter to you, to silence your voice and put an end to your wiles. For too long I have been put under your spell. It seemed innocent enough, how you would spurn me on like so many other deceivers, to a goal we seemed to have in common. Whenever I would slip, or fall even, you were there to remind me, to shame me and ridicule me back to my feet. It was the shame, and the ridicule that I feared, and so it was fear that forced me onward, like the point of a sword to one who is being made to walk the plank.
But for so long I couldn’t see the truth of it: That you were, indeed, moving me forward towards a different end, a more poisonous one.
I have decided that self-loathing is too high a price to pay, and so I will achieve my goals through self-respect and discipline. I am doing this to be happy and live well. So, as you may already know, there is no room for guilt and regret in the lifestyle that I have chosen to live. Farewell.