Promises, Promises

A REFLECTION OF SEASON 4 OF GAME OF THRONES

All we have as human beings is our words--promises kept, promises broken. You know the mettle of men and women by how they keep their promises, and when they must break them for the greater good.

That's why a good name for a sword is Oathkeeper, for that's what a good sword does. The holder makes a promise to bind themselves to another's cause, and a good knight stays true.

Marriage is a promise of two people becoming one, whether your betrothed is someone you want to be with or not. When an honorable man is forced to marry a woman who both know does not want to be in said marriage, his watch so begins, because of the promise.

We make promises to our family, to right the wrongs of the past, to avenge their honor, or to progress the family name by any means possible. Sometimes our family may not be in blood but in a fraternal unit, and sometimes in order to do right by that fraternity, we must break our vows in order to further the cause for what is right. Even if it means losing everything, including love itself. And with that said, don't let your promises distract you to the task at hand, because they can crush you and your skull as well.

And sometimes promises bubble up and thrusted upon us, and we must choose between promises. But in the end, one can fulfill both promises because all must be kept. Promises must be kept because that is what real men do--they keep their promises.

But we must also be careful what we promise. Freedom from slavery causes complications. Life isn't all simple, and black and white. Unintended consequences lie on the horizon, and we must adapt the ever changing landscape.

Some of the most important promises are the ones we keep to ourselves, like crossing off names from a list in order to reconcile the past. But even some of those promises must be broken and you must walk away, even if others are begging you to fulfill them.

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~Michael DeNobile

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