Promise? Cross your heart and hope to die? Stick a needle in your eye?
As a child, I accepted those vows seriously. As a young adult, I learned that promises were offered easily but oftentimes without backbone.
'I never promised you a rose garden' was a song phrase that provided an out for those who deemed it necessary to 'unvow' their promise.
Retrospecting, a hobby that comes easily to me, finds that sometimes I accepted promises that were never uttered - only assumed.
The promise of a spring that follows surely on the heels of a hard, cold winter has so far always manifested but just because it always has is no sign that it always will. The seesaw between cynicism and trust is my inner perpetual motion. And, having said that...
Promise? Cross your heart?...
Promise. The prompt given by Writers Island