Several years ago there was a guy I was seeing who I utterly adored in spite of his dark nature, and one night I had a vision of us. I saw that he was living in a dirty garage filled with broken cars with missing pieces, while I was living in a beautiful castle courtyard like something out of a fairy tale. And even though we would visit each other and enjoy our time together for a little while, we lived so differently that it was jarring for both of us to stay with each other for any length of time, no matter how much we loved each other.
And I probably would have lived there with him and put up with it out of my love and devotion to him, but a lady like me doesn’t belong in in a place like that, and that became more and more apparent to me as our time together went on. Because it would have deeply upset and saddened me to have to live in a dirty garage. And he would have absolutely loathed and mocked my courtyard if he had to live there with me.
I guess what I’m saying is that I know about the dirty garages of this world, and I understand how people wind up in them… I’ve been through too much not to.
But I don’t belong there.
Somehow, against all odds, I still have a courtyard. Even though my posts haven’t seemed like it very much lately.
And even though I may insist that I’m Anakin Skywalker, I’m really more like his son Luke, because while the Dark Side is all around me calling me, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t fall, and I never have, although a lot of that is through the grace of God and to his glory, not mine.
I still believe that light is stronger than darkness. That good will always triumph over evil. And that dirty garages are no place for a lady like me to stay in for any length of time.
Because I’m Wincat, not Failcat.
Anyway, I guess the courtyard got temporarily filled with cobwebs and bats and spiders somewhere along the way without me realizing it?
But Halloween is over in the courtyard. It’s time to start planting some bright and beautiful flowers in all of the garden beds, and let the sunshine in once more.
Can you smell the sweet aroma of the honeysuckle nectar yet?