2021/7/18 #poetry One day I'll feel good. Like I've got the reigns and know how to use them. It happens often enough. Some day's I'll feel behind, lost, or heavy with inertia. I just have to keep telling myself it will pass, it will pass. I may think that I'll get to a needless and wantless state soon as I complete my goals. I should heed the stories that others tell, that such a state is not even desirable and much, much harder to find than I seem to believe. That goals lead to other goals. That as you accrue achievements it becomes harder to let go than it is to take on more responsibility. There's no place where you need not work to survive. Rising through the hierarchy in our ignoble system of socioeconomic inequality is more than likely the best bet to achieve that. Sometimes that may happen with pure luck, but for most that too takes work.