Weaknesses

[Not that I care too much. ]

Promise me your loyalty, friend, and I'll give you my life.

Live how you want to, not how others want you too, they say. Very well. I want a life of adventure. I want to go exploring, and climbing, and trekking, and diving, and flying, and bareback horseriding. I want to own a horse ranch in the countryside. With a house, and my very own stream and tree house. Way too fantastical, be more practical, they say. Who? Me. No, they.

Have you ever experienced the feeling of being so utterly happy, without knowing why? One of those moments enveloped me last year, at Tokyo Disneyland. I was in the treehouse of Tom Sawyer, with two of my best buddies. We were sitting down in house, and I suddenly felt elated. Maybe it was the music. Maybe it was the flowing water outside in the creek. Maybe it was because of my thoughts. Certainly, it was because of my friends. I could hardly pull myself away from the place. I was, am, in love with life.

What is my weakness? Oh, you know, child. At least, that's what you always tell me. Oh, I do know. What is it then? You.

So, I'm going to do what I should have long ago. Throw you out. No, not you, that. One weakness I can do without. But I know, you'll find your cunning way back in. But this time, you won't get the better of me.

I'm puting a padlock on this door. You'll be dead before a score.

Then, I'll be able to really live how I want, living for them. To see them smile. And laugh. And, unlike you (no, not you), they will be sincere. As always.