the irony of it all..

is that one mistake can overshadow a multitude of triumphs. as I read through my history book, I could not help but feel sympathy for presidents. all the burdons fall into their hands, whether they had completed their duty to their greatest ability or not. from a single mistake, hope is potentially shattered, and faith can be completely lost. and with such privilege comes a responsibility far too large for one man. even with countless critics waiting for the president to falter, thousands, perhaps even millions, continue to pursue his position =/as shakespeare once noted, our flaws are highlighted whereas our good deeds are buried along with our bones.

I suppose that holds true for even me. I hate admitting my faults let alone, coming to forgive others. and so many times before have I forgotten how the people I now resent are the ones I once cherished. ironic and also ridiculous, I know. I have experienced numerous moments of joy; yet, I only choose to bring to light the few occasions where I have been disappointed. I am working on this.. I promise.