If you find yourself still waiting for change to overtake you, it’s likely that you’ve already missed the better part of understanding. Your surrender comes not with battle scars and treaties, but with a sigh.
A delusional reprieve.
It’s far easier on the soul to demand nothing, to take nothing, to be nothing. Yet you’ll happily engage in an endless, lifeless, meaningless onslaught of words, pretending that you’ve somehow managed to cover your feckless passion with complacent wisdom