Walt - Following Miss Cheyenne
The weight of the world feels pressed between my shoulders and my back is beginning to round from the pressure. I amble to the courtroom and say a silent prayer hoping God will hear me and grant my plea.
"Let Henry go."
The bruises on his face cut deeper than the superficial wounds of punctured skin. His own people, his brothers in tradition, turning on him wound his soul. I know this man as I know myself. I am responsible for him being in jail and I should be the one suffering not him. Cady sitting beside Henry is really how it should have been from the beginning. This is my family. This is whom I will defend and whom I would die for on any given day.
I know the ills we do in this world must be rectified in this world. Some people call it karma and some call it retribution. Some of us like to call it justice. I like to think I want justice and in my own way I genuinely seek it, all the while learning along the way, that my actions have far reaching effects. I alone will not be the only one to suffer from my deeds.
I have to keep moving because if I stop I am afraid my world will not be put back on it's proper axis. I suppose, if I were honest, it's what stopped me from leaning over on that barstool and kissing Vic's sweet full lips and it stopped me again from knocking on the pass through door. I know that if I slight the natural order of things for my self-satisfaction I will suffer but those I love will suffer more. I pull back and know that if it is for us to be then it will be. I can't cheat the future for what has to be right now.
It's simple really but so hard, so hard, indeed.
**note, the beauty of this episode with the Miss Cheyenne contest was just magnificent.