Death by Compromise

Death by Compromise

I often get the feeling when I’m about to shrug off my most pervasive thoughts and feelings that a bit of my inside is dying. It’s an actual physical feeling that starts in the pit of my stomach then makes me feel warm all over; my life in the present flashes before my eyes and I get nauseated. This can’t be a good thing, I’m positive this may be the equivalent of eating bacon for breakfast, lunch and dinner . This self sellout is called compromise and is sometimes for the best because that one moment of internal death is worth it to avoid the fallout from disagreement. I understand now why I don’t have a lot of friends, I can’t do the mini death for everyone; so, I will reserve it for those select few.

Posted on December 10, 2013 .