Twista
"Hope ft Faith Evans"
Only If Nothing
How arrogant it is,
to force onto Happiness, a condition. To live enslaved to “Only If,” and to demand that Happiness don the shackles as well. To haughtily expect Joy to march behind us down sunken trails and shadowed streets. And then, upon discovering that we are alone, bathing in the fleeting comfort of rationalization, bandaging our discordance with half-truths and gray areas. For too long, we’ve taken sad paths to reach happy destinations.
We have lived the life of “Only If.” But I am done, and I am hopeful.
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The moment good taste knows of itself, some of its goodness is lost.
—C.S. Lewis
You never really know what you’ve said until you say it out loud, until it gets out there and lingers in the air for a moment and then all the small meanings and thoughts associated with it start to latch on and cling on to it until it becomes a whole finite detached being of bitterness and resentment. And you really don’t know what you’ve just created. That is the deceit of words, it’s paradoxical anatomy. Small words but such heavy meanings.
