I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I feel a breaking point coming on. One must not prey for a better life, rather the strength to endure a challenging one.
I know i’m supposed to learn something from this. I’m supposed to gain something from this prolonged period of loneliness, but what, and when? Am I almost there? When will I (life) advance? Patience tested ever further. Enclosure.
You cannot push water up a stream. One must learn to chose which battles to fight, and which to just let the course of fate take them; flow down stream. Why prolong the inevitable, if all it would cause is agony.