A potpourri of projects by James J. Sarkis
Rochester, NY

Sometimes the only way to hold on to hope in a seemingly hopeless situation is to express one's inner thoughts in writing. I'm going to give this an attempt and see if it brings me any relief.

A moment of self-reflection... Since the year 2006, something personal and extremely important to me has been privately building up inside my heart. For so many years, I was afraid to bring up the subject for fear of what the reaction might be. I finally summoned the courage to take action a few years ago but, as fate would have it, my attempts to open up were unsuccessful, and I never got to say what I wanted to say. A cycle of unpleasant actions and reactions would be set into motion which continues to this day without any end in sight. It's my firm belief that if I was ever afforded the opportunity to openly discuss what I've held back for so long, then the problems which exist would be peacefully resolved, and there would be happiness at last. Sadly, this opportunity hasn't been extended to me. There have been a handful of external forces at work obstructing my desire for peace and making any positive outcome feel impossible, while others have stood by silently and done nothing at all to help. That's so unfortunate, because I don't think any of this would've happened if the truth was actually known. I sit idly by in my prison, hoping and waiting for good news to finally arrive in the form of a pleasant phone call or long-awaited personal visit, but it's becoming increasingly unlikely that this will ever occur. All I'm left with now is feelings of regret.

Might things be different today had I been a braver man and spoken up years ago? Perhaps, though it's impossible for me to predict the reactions of someone. I'm not a mind-reader, after all. Is it too late for me to say what I need to say? I don't know. Present circumstances prevent me from doing so, despite my having only the best of intentions. I have no idea what, if anything, can be done at this point; and that's deeply distressing for me. It appears as though time is quickly running out and the window of opportunity is about to close forever. How I wish that I could turn back the clock and change things. I would've reacted differently, spoken kinder words, and I certainly would have been bolder and revealed the truth years ago instead of waiting for some dream scenario which never materialized. To my great despair, the past is the past, and I'm left searching for a narrow sliver of light in the present darkness. I desperately hope that someday soon, before time expires on me, that I can have just one more chance to share what's so important. Even if my words end up being rejected, at the very least I could say that I tried and that I didn't leave any uncertainty about this important matter. I know in my heart that if the opportunity ever presents itself, that I'll seize the chance immediately regardless of the risks. This unending, gnawing pain caused by my silence is too great a burden to bear, and I can't fathom spending the rest of my life suffering like this and wondering... "what if?"

I stand now at the most critical crossroad of my life. Do I remain in Rochester, waiting for an opportunity which might never arrive; watching in pain and forced into silence while some punk cabrón has appeared out of nowhere to steal away what I've been fighting so hard for and for this unwelcome presence to be rubbed in my face? Or should I move down to North Carolina and gamble that this move will finally inspire a change of heart in someone leading at long last to the chance I've been fighting for? The stress of this decision has been overwhelming, and it leaves me in tears. Can I really abandon my family forever on a mere roll of the dice? What will I do if I make this move down South and there ends up being no change of heart and I never get the chance to privately discuss this most important subject? I've sacrificed so much already in what feels like a futile effort; from my savings, to my family, to my church, to my very freedom itself, and what do I have to show for all of this? Nothing. I've lost it all for nothing. Despite my many failures, I knew going in that what I'm fighting for is worth every sacrifice I could possibly make. There's absolutely nothing I wouldn't give and nothing I wouldn't do, because my heart is committed and I can't turn back now. But what is the right decision for me? If things don't change dramatically for the better over the coming months, I can't envision any other choice but to move and never come back. What else can I do that I haven't already done? Everything I've tried to this point has backfired miserably on me and only made matters worse. This is not how I wanted things to be. I hope that this sad situation will resolve soon, that fears will be overcome, that misunderstandings will clear, that anger will turn to kindness, and that a personal exchange can take place at last between parties leading to the happiness I desperately long for. All I want is a chance. I hope that this chance will arrive.

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05/24/2017, 07:29:52am
Created by: James J. Sarkis
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