{"id":5595,"date":"2013-11-12T08:42:43","date_gmt":"2013-11-12T15:42:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/macblaze.ca\/?p=5595"},"modified":"2013-11-12T08:42:43","modified_gmt":"2013-11-12T15:42:43","slug":"1112","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/?p=5595","title":{"rendered":"11:12"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>11:12<\/p>\n<p>Guilt is such a wondrous thing. It hold us frozen in unbreakable stasis, drives us over cliffs from unimaginable heights, spurs creativity and discovery like no other goad and can lay to rest the most towering confidence like it was but a new born child.<\/p>\n<p>And no on exists without it. The legendary egos of history were often naught but massive festering tureens of guilt, bubbling and churning and spitting their contents at any that stood nearby. It is the first emotion a child learns, the guilt of bringing pain and sorrow to their caregivers.<\/p>\n<p>Yet it is true that along side guilt is most often its near twin sibling: joy. One often causes the other and the two  can happily coexist within even the same simple smile. To live without guilt is to live without joy, for no one can escape the price, however freely and happily paid, that joy exacts from its moments.<\/p>\n<p>It is sad though, the cloak of fear and disdain that wraps and stifles the body of guilt. For guilt is engine behind many great things and can be the most powerful force for change that ever existed. Guilt, for all its cloying and smothering aspects can be sharper than any samurai&#8217;s legendary katana, slicing cleaning and without fraying the elaborate silk, lacquered wood or cleverly crafted ironmongery of the most heroic warriors defenses. And once the armour is stripped away, there is nothing left but to start again and the opportunity for rebirth  will always bring the opportunity for joy.<\/p>\n<p>Caroline stared at the sparking clean pane of glass. And suddenly, as she traced edges of the flaking wooden sash with her eyes, it disappeared, and for the first time since she had moved into this dirty oppressive city, she saw through glass and plaster walls that protected her from the outside. In fact, as she followed the path of the light that streamed in and danced across the shabby ochre carpet, for the first time for as long as her memory stretched back, she realized that here within her protective walls she was no safer or protected than she had ever been standing in the old corrals holding her father&#8217;s hand or walking along the edge of the lake with the morning&#8217;s dew soaking through her pant legs.<\/p>\n<p>The walls that she needed to protect herself could not built built by  any man&#8217;s hands no matter how skilled, yet they were there for her to erect any time she chose.<\/p>\n<p>Any time she chose.<\/p>\n<p>As a single scarlet leaf, curled and twisted by time and exposure to the elements of life floated by the near-invisible pane of glass that was her window to the outside world, Caroline decided it was indeed time for choices.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>11:12 Guilt is such a wondrous thing. It hold us frozen in unbreakable stasis, drives us over cliffs from unimaginable heights, spurs creativity and discovery like no other goad and can lay to rest the most towering confidence like it was but a new born child. And no on exists without it. The legendary egos [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[29],"tags":[38],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5595"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5595"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5595\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5595"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5595"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5595"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}