Thanks for your advice, everyone. I'm no martyr. I'm just another bug under the wheels of the big machine. I think our biggest problem is thinking that we're somehow relevant in the first place. This is what the organization made us believe. I always knew better. I just never knew how irrelevant we really were until now.
Sun Tzu said many things I've found to be useful. "If you know your enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the outcome of a thousand battles." I know my enemy, and now, I know myself better than I realized. I know what's coming. Not in perfect clarity, but I can feel what's coming.
It is not my intent to fade at all, in fact. I was intending to leave, but she showed up again, and in that moment I knew there was no other way. I have lost the favor of my family and the organization by now. I may never regain it if I voice any doubts to the wrong people. But regardless, I'm not fading. I'm going back to them. I see no other choice. I'm not leaving.
The words of Prince Malagant come to mind once more. "Self-sacrifice is easy. It is when you must sacrifice someone you love, that puts your convictions to the test." The reason I became an apostate in the first place is because I could not sacrifice her. Now, I must become a humble servant of Jehovah who puts his trust in Jehovah's organization and in Jesus' brothers, the faithful and discreet slave class.
If I fail, if I lose her, so be it. All these years, I hated myself for being unable to break a bad habit. And then for falling in love with females who rejected me when I could merely have controlled those feelings or avoided those girls/women in the first place. For more than a decade, I pondered what tool I could possibly use to inflict the greatest vengeance upon myself for the sins I committed against heaven, against peace, and against myself. I believe, at last, I have found that tool. I have found the perfect vengeance, the perfect punishment. Now I will finally face every bit of the suffering I've deserved for years of incompetence and weakness. Now I will knowingly become a slave, for as long as I draw breath.
This, for me, is the single most beautiful moment of my existence. To live a complete lie that is utterly intolerable, to finally know true fear of loss. To finally know pain as intimately as a passionate lover. That's just the beginning, really. It's nothing compared to what many of you have been through. But for me, it's everything I've ever wanted to inflict upon myself for everything I've done.
Now that I know that, I believe this journey will be much, much easier. It will not be happy at all. And that's the point. I never counted on being happy. Now, I never have to again.
But I'll be around if I happen to have any new nonsense ideas to post about. At the very least, I just want to keep an ear in reality, just because it's nice to do. But I can't leave. I don't really think it would accomplish anything anyway. I'd just find a way to be enslaved to something or someone else. Better to be slave with what I know than to be a slave with what I don't.
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