I stand in protest against …

I’ve been protesting for quite some time now.

But, it isn’t protest in the conventional sense of the word.

I protest.

False equivalencies, contradictions, misplaced notions of superiority, lack of humility, and a temper that often betrays the grace that I claim to seek.

I protest.

Despite my shouts being swallowed in the void from which there is no return, I scream louder, but to no avail.

Those formidable weapons that I thought were wielded by others were the same implements that I bludgeoned myself with.

My soul is weary from the combat, but I am reminded that I am indefatigable, like the shoulders that I reside on.

I’m in the fight of my life with hypocrisy in constant pursuit.

And because of this.

I protest.

I stand against the notions of haughtiness that would have me subscribe to the false illusions of my own grandeur.

Until I reach the nirvana – that promise of healing from the blindness of my own hypocrisies, how can I propose to pull the speck out of the eye of another?

Standing eye to eye with ourselves is frightening

The ivory tower that I once resided in and cast dispersions from began to reek, because I made it inhabitable.

Truth be told.

I protest.

FB_IMG_1501299010158 — I point the finger at myself.

I’m protesting myself and the speck in my eye.

In closing, it is liberating to call yourself on your own ~~bullshit~~, because eventually those lies that we’ve told ourselves will gradually lose their power.