What if we could switch the narrative? What if I told you, the possibility exists, the possibility that things can and will get better?
It’s time for you to give in.
You cannot teach people to reciprocate the very kindness you share with the world. You cannot teach people to care when all they know is self-interest.
This is a script you know too well, the one marked by repetitive strife and hurt.
You always pondered at the existence of optimistic people.
You are limitless in all that you can and will achieve.
Allow yourself to drown in the hopeful possibility that you will get better.
How did I get here? I have no idea. The walk between these two locations is a blur.
It’s so hard to explain my anxieties to you when I know their existence is irrational.
Tonight we are the creators of indecisiveness.