It is always about family. The lies, the deceit, the betrayal, and the undying love. How often do we remember that everything we find doing is for our benefit and not that of another? What we are, or may became, is shaped by the hands of those around us.
There is no truth until ‘what is’, is known. And the lie? It is the truth until ‘what is’, is known.
Who is to be blamed, the one who gives or the one who takes? If there is none to give, who will take? And if there is none to take, who will give? This is the balance, the same we plaudit but are anguished by. Who then is to blame, when all play their parts to sustain this balance?
And the mind turns again like a screw. There is only one way, one choice, and one reality. In the end, it is between the one and the other.






