{"id":332,"date":"2010-08-04T03:49:32","date_gmt":"2010-08-04T08:49:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php"},"modified":"2014-03-24T01:24:46","modified_gmt":"2014-03-24T08:24:46","slug":"confession","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/writing\/writing-1998\/confession","title":{"rendered":"Confession"},"content":{"rendered":"<h5><em>By Martin Falatic<br \/>\nWritten 1998-10-18<br \/>\nRevised 1998-10-18<\/em><\/h5>\n<div class=\"hr\">\n<hr \/>\n<\/div>\n<pre>Here stands the shadow of a man\r\nshattered by too many wasted years.\r\nTime spent growing in knowledge,\r\nyet draining of wisdom.\r\n\r\nDiminished in spirit, emboldened in passion,\r\nwho sought out that which would challenge the heart...\r\nNot the just cause of hope and perseverance,\r\nbut the hollow victory of lustful conquest,\r\n\r\nHe searched far and wide, for a mind to match his own,\r\nAimless wanderings far afield of the very philosophies he vocally espoused,\r\nwhile silently ignoring all they contained.\r\nA blind man, indeed, who lead himself on a path of destruction,\r\n\r\nHe loved many, in his way,\r\ncallous at times, unrelenting at others,\r\nalways holding on\r\ntil the next lifeline intersected his path.\r\n\r\nA perpetual dance of satisfice and loss,\r\nweeks spent alone, months spent enslaved,\r\na soul chained to the whims of an unthinking master,\r\nwasting away in the body of unrepentant .\r\n\r\nThe suspect glance of his eyes in the mirror,\r\na soul that seems to reach out for renewal,\r\nyet comfortable in the slack luxury of hopelessness.\r\nhis body grown slack, listless.<\/pre>\n<div class=\"hr\">\n<hr \/>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By Martin Falatic Written 1998-10-18 Revised 1998-10-18 Here stands the shadow of a man shattered by too many wasted years. Time spent growing in knowledge, yet draining of wisdom. Diminished in spirit, emboldened in passion, who sought out that which would challenge the heart&#8230; Not the just cause of hope and perseverance, but the hollow [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":284,"menu_order":2,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"class_list":["post-332","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/332","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=332"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/332\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/284"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=332"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}