Liberty lost, I wandered on, for I had not a choice. What has been taken wont be restored, but is that really a curse?
Out of shortsightedness I could lament. But what would be the benefit? If there is one call me blind, for one I cannot see. But perception's not reality.
With that said, my certainty's at its max. With assuredness I assert that which I truly believe to be the truth, namely, the general futility of singing endless songs of lamentation.
Although endlessly complaining is not necessarily a terrible thing - moral language is inapplicable to what we now have under discussion - the benefits are few and far between.
A life of flourishing I seek to live. A life of limitation I have gained, but a lack of freedom will not impede me from living my life to the fullest. With focus, I change that which I can.
Despite diabetes, I carry on.
To spite diabetes, I carry on.
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