It’s easier to remain angry…to dwell on the disappointment. It makes more sense to write it off as yet another social injustice, or maybe even a fair conclusion. It feels right to condemn the wrong, but if I expect others to love me in spite of my mistakes, I have to be open to do the same.
Suited in orange cotton, his life ceases to be chronicled by time. Now narrated by detention’s routine, he is locked up with his thoughts and little faith. He unwillingly left his life, and consequently found it renewed. It never becomes less true; God works mysteriously.