Avarice

I was looking at the management's beware-of-theft notice again at the pantry earlier, just as we were leaving church. The first photo on the bill shows the victim leaving his bench, with his valuables left on the table. The second photo on the bill shows the thief, who had entered from the side door, helping himself to the offering of negligence - a phone and a wallet. The third photo depicts the thief fleeing from a freshly desecrated altar. That happened quite long ago.

In view of recent events, I can't help but think that history has repeated itself. Just in a different way. This time, an thewy group of High-Calibre Robbers arrived on the scene to steal from us the victim himself, in an orchestrated manner. And maybe this time, it was because I realised this parallelism of a theft too late. The victim has since become the chief-seaman of their freighter, and they're very far from shore.

What is to be done? I don't know. We don't know.

And that's simply one problem in the jigsaw of all the others. Earlier, I commented to Duck II about something regarding the dynamics of human relationships that I've come to realise. The people who hurt you the deepest are the people whom you deem the closest. It is bitterly ironic, and I guess it's only when you've realised this truth that you can flip the script and act with love, capitalising on its latter clause.

Thankfully, the closest Persons (there are three of them) have faithfully promised to never disappoint. It has certainly been so thus far. Unfortunately, I probably still hurt Them a lot, which is not exactly the best form of reciprocation.

Well, at least there are some things in life that cannot be stolen.