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Widow · 06-21-2012, 08:37 AM,

Indulgence and greed are one of the same. Only the extent they are taken to is what defines the person, is what makes them what they are.

She stood up from the chair she was sitting in, and looked across toward a box in the corner with a can being used as a vase for some white roses. They were mostly dead.

The only real difference between the two is who is looking at it. From the person who is partaking in the events of indulgence, it is nothing more then that. But from an outsider, it will be seen as greed. Greed is one of the sins I despise the most, this could be because I was caught in its trap not too long ago. I was upset of living my life as I was. Worrying how I was going to get my next meal, where I was going to get some more clothes from when the ones I owned fell apart. Greed is the root of many evils, theft being the one it drove me to. I became good at it, always managing to get away before I was noticed, or out run the law enforcers. They were unfit compared to a child that needed to run to survive.

She walked over to the flowers, picking the remaining petals off and watching them drop to the table, they almost danced as they fell to their inevitable end.

Nothing lasts forever, and I grew up. I lost my flexibility and small frame, making being a successful thief harder. I knew my luck would run out, but I needed the next pair of shoes, the latest dress from the hottest designer. I let greed take control, and I didn't want to stop. It wasn't until I was caught that I realised what I had turned into. An older man managed to outsmart me one night. As a local shop owner, he was fed up with the police not doing there job. He managed to lock me in a small room, and kept me there until morning. I thought that would have been the end of my freedom, but he wanted to take justice into his own hands. I guess I am lucky he did.

She smiled and looked down before sweeping the petals into her hand, taking the old roses out of the can and walking outside.

When morning came, I found the room was slightly bigger then first thought, it had a sewing machine, and what I found to be a bathroom after investigating further. I cleaned up as best I could, splashing water over my face. The lock clicked and I walked out as the older man was walking in. To my surprise, he pulled out a chair and sat, motioning for me to do the same. That man spoke to me like I was a normal human being, like I was an old friend. I was dumbfounded, I did not understand. He gave me a drink and a meal, and informed me I was to work for him for a week to recover the losses he had made. I went back to his little shop every day for one full week. Even more to my surprise, he paid me for my work. There was one comment which has always stuck in my mind, ever since that moment in time.

She threw the petals over the pathway to her door, watching the wind blow them around a bit, and placed the stems next to the rose plant.

So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they're busy doing things they think are important. This is because they're chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning. It was these words that I formed my new life around. I created a life of meaning, fighting for what is right.

She picked three new roses off the plant, and walked back inside closing the door behind her.

The only thing I can not do is love others. Love does not exist.

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