Should Have Known Better
I'm such a fucking idiot sometimes. I see a problem, and I have to fix it. And sometimes, I use Maslow's Golden Hammer to fix delicate things.
You would think that I would have learned by now. But I tried too hard. I spoke to soon. I got too drunk and I shot the moon. I thought I knew better.
That's the hardest part of life. Knowing when to act, and knowing when to stand aside. Heartache follows. But so does wisdom.
At the end of all things, the scars that we have will fade, the echoes of our existence will become silent, and the warmth we felt throughout our lives will dissipate into the universe. But none of that matters today. The warmth of love burns hotter than any fire I've ever felt. And it can burn just as gravely.