“is this the hill I want to die on?”
there are certain questions I ask myself
filters, lines in the mental sands, rubicons, so denominated by me.
which loosely translated means is this battle worthy of dying,
fighting over?
the question comes so frequently I wonder what’s wrong with me.
always instigated by a human being and every one quick to the draw
I ask the question twice -
most times
once to them. then to myself
by now my children know,
to ask themselves first,
so once is enough
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
“is this the hill I want to die on?”
there are certain questions I ask myself
filters, lines in the mental sands, rubicons, so denominated by me.
which loosely translated means is this battle worthy of dying,
fighting over?
the question comes so frequently I wonder what’s wrong with me.
always instigated by a human being and every one quick to the draw
I ask the question twice -
most times
once to them. then to myself
by now my children know,
to ask themselves first,
so once is enough
