Guilt and Decision Time

There is nothing worse, in my mind, than hurting someone who has basically done nothing wrong. I would much prefer to be on the receiving end of this despair- to be the one whose heart is broken, rather than being the one breaking someone else's. At least the person with a broken heart is, in a way, guiltless- after all what has happened was done to them, not because of them. The prisoner may die once, but it might be the executioner who dies a thousand deaths- the one who made the decision, who brought the gavel down, the one who decided it was time to turn left or right, who must live with decisions and still question daily whether or not the right one was made. He must bear the weight of the world for his decision, believe me. There is no washing his hands of the matter, either. Once you decide to cut the cord from shore, you had better pray it was the right move. Now adrift at sea, your fate is completely in His hands. There is no going back.