There is no great relief in the looking back, there are no simple explanations for why tomorrow will surely betray us.
Oh, there are a great many stories that we can tell ourselves. Adventures that arise from deep within, or ones discovered only after fierce battles won in faraway places.
But today stands alone. And we stand squarely within it.
Unsure, unsteady, and deeply afraid, we instinctively raise our fists long before we can raise our eyes.
We will tomorrow recall this morning’s bravery, knowing all the while that a story is just as real as any concrete footpath.
Yet one so easily manipulated and forgiving.
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