It popped in my dream and woke me up. It must’ve been on my mind, though I’d tried not to think about it.
History repeats itself, they say, and that’s true. No matter how often we condemn, we regress. No matter how loud we preach, we retreat.
I’m as scared of unknowns as others. “Everything is okay if I’m okay” is not a thing anywhere, is it? Still, self-interest is always hidden somewhere in one’s ideals, though I like to believe we are capable of being and doing better.
It’s going to keep me awake, I suppose, as the darkness eclipses the light.