But (conj.) used to indicate the impossibility of anything other than what is being stated.
Over the years, I have been taught that such compromising is necessary to generate progress. A little of this, a little of that and a little of the other.
We develop scenarios where our possibility is viewed through the lens of negativity. We are so damn proud of our maturity which enables us to troubleshoot situations until we shoot all the goodness, and are left with nothing but trouble.
The word “but” has become the battle cry of the lazy.
There is a simple question each one of us has to ask our own heart: would you rather sit around and discuss something until you’re thoroughly convinced there is no doorway, or would you rather go out and try something and learn as you go?
We are very careful.
But we fly on the wings of those who abandoned caution and experimented instead of merely considering. Our faith is supposed to be pursuing things we have not seen, but dies because our hope is hampered by doubt.
Even our love is insipid, because we are afraid of deep affection.
I love to write. No buts.
I love people. No buts.
I’m looking for a better way to be who I am.
No buts about it.