Silver spoon
Silver spoon
TC
2/7/18
Why is it that you, a person of such blessings, a man raised being fed directly with a silver spoon, a man who could never do any wrong in his own eyes because actions of yours do not have to face consequence’s because you were fed with a silver spoon, yet your body and soul are wildly consumed with a hatred much too strong for this world? You have no faith, no mercy, no love. Then there is your wife. Who grew up not with a silver spoon but with a wooden spoon that was not to be eaten with but rather beaten with. Your wife who has encountered more abuse than anyone she has ever met before, so much that she keeps it hidden to herself because when she was young and tried to ask for help no one believed her and to this day because her vulnerability betrayed her, she has built a wall and kept it up. Your wife has the purest of hearts, the kind of heart that has almost stopped beating by force, but she still has the ability to love. To love not just her surroundings, but people as well. Your wife puts her faith and love into people even though she has been betrayed and hurt so many times by people. Unlike you she refuses to give up. Unlike you she is strong, unlike you she is wise and brave. You were fed directly with a silver spoon, and she beaten with a wooden one. You hate the world and she, well... she love’s the world. Why? It is simple really, because those who suffer the most, those who keep going no matter the level of defeat they feel, those who work the hardest are the most blessed.
Not blessed with riches, or fame, but with pure hearts with true love.
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