Walking away

The situation has become unbearable. It's like I'm breathing in toxic fumes and I can't escape. I sit in the furthest corner, quiet as a church mouse, minding my own business but the poison inevitably reaches me with it's ugly, twisted, rotten fingers. Swirling around me, manipulating me, cajoling me to join in its evil. 

I could fight back. Play the wicked game they're playing. But I don't see a point. Their world is so small, this is all they have. So when they perceive a threat to their world, their only world, they seek to destroy it with evil I never knew could exist in erstwhile normal human beings. 

They have not seen the world like I have. Full of wonder, beauty, love, peace. So many more things to do, so many more places to see. They don't realise that the world is big enough for all of us to co-exist peacefully. They are masters of their own territory which they think is their world. And they will guard that boundary with their lives.

In a way, I am fighting back, but on my own terms. Sometimes fighting back is doing nothing at all. Sometimes fighting back is simply just walking away from the toxicity. Sometimes fighting back is holding on to your own principles, your own morality. Sometimes fighting back is just being yourself.

And some day, when I no longer pity them, I will find a way to forgive them.