Regardless of the instance, I’m always seeking a better way. For the sake of saving time or saving face it’s why we’re here in the first place. It’s why we sought out these third places of our past – for solace and sympathy, for challenge and calamity. For comfort, and for refuge from the fear of saying ‘i don’t know’ yet again.
But we’re not all here from the same past and we’re all going to different futures – when the worth of our bettering loses sight of that quest it’s time to hold back and just agree. Sometimes, it sucks. Sometimes, it’s harder than it should be. I want to say it’s possible but the roadblocks that detoured me here said that some things aren’t supposed to be changed – at least not yet. Sometimes you need to take a reprieve and take a leave of absence.
Find yourself in the leaves of the forest, or in the generalized polygons of the forest. It’s all for something if it’s not for naught.
Give your struggle meaning. It will figure itself out along the way.
Ask questions, and accept answers. find ways to make giving a shit fun.