Dear Man

Dear Man,

I fear if this good thing is bound to escape me.

I am letting myself evolve everyday, thinking that I am getting better and things are looking up. That I am not giving up.

Inadequacy is a horrible emotion. We both know.
I feel inadequate when you worship your past and seek novelty.
You feel inadequate when you see your perceived failures.
I can only speak for myself, nonetheless.

I have tried to respond with compassion, calm you down, and acknowledge your thoughtfulness. Yet, the past of feeling inadequate and abandoned keeps haunting you, haunting us.

I am not sure when we can really be original or novel.
Was there inception after all? Or was I just something that came along, after the best thing happened?
I am not sure if I am the choice, not a settlement.

You are not whom I settle for.
You are my choice.
I can only speak for myself, nonetheless.

Honesty. That is what I ask of you.