Wax Fruit

I have known this person for 20 odd something years. At one point closer than at others. Due to personal growth developments we went on with our lives; moving us forward and much more apart through choices each of us have made. And even though I haven’t seen the person in a while, the outer appearance seemed to remain the same. I was fooled enough, as with anything else when one relies on how things appear to be ( or how one would want them to be) instead of looking at things with the clarity of reality. Like wax fruit. The underlying decay is not visible to the plain eye. The slightest nuances of any growth or decline would only be detectable if one chooses to maintain a loving connection. Until the energy it takes to continue a farce will be too much to uphold and the crumbling of artificiality becomes so enormous that the rumbling vibration of its implosion can be felt under ones feet long before one can hear the deafening approach. Now the mental decline of this person has advanced to such a level that any interaction seems to be a mute point. I can say with all sincerity that I do not have any regrets in regards to what role this person had in my life and the outcome of the subsequent falling apart. As with anything in my life, I make sure that I am at peace with myself first and foremost. I’m not saying that I get things right all the time. That’s not the point. Good intentions do not necessarily fall on fertile ground. As long as I have done what is my part, with the best of intentions, without compromising my integrity. I can walk away from any non-negotiable event or person without concern for any potential future regrets they may have.