what you do is not who you are

rise above, or let it pin you down; there is always a choice in balance.

to reject a nature of yourself you do not commend; this accusation against your goodness.

i acknowledge my failures, i bring them forth and let them take their claim in my history. they are charcoaled momentos covered in santa's judgement of black filth; but it is my suspicion, a hopeful one, that they may be polished by a resolution to redeem myself, and reveal a treasure underneath comprised not of precious jewels, but of a truest self. but reader, let me clarify my method of self-forgiveness. i atone, not by my sorrow, not by wretched tears of self loathing and hatred of a marred soul - but by a new action, a corrected thought, a reformed direction, beheld by an entrancing knowledge of my Self. 

for my god has placed into my hands the power of self-judgement, and thus i deem myself accrued with the same blessing as the phoenix in the ashes - to recall my heart back from a bleakness, and sooth it with the awareness of the peace and goodness i touch my world with. 

once you have known your own soul, never let it be agitated by another misguided word, or a troubled action. for, forgive me, but we are not always ourselves; you have not always been yourself. but now, i, at least, have known, a better self. a truer self. a self i love most ardently, and that i hope will one day serve to help you realize the difference between who you truly are in your god-graced depths, and who you act as instead.