How many times are we told to see the silver lining? How much optimism are we supposed to just claim to be true? How many glasses do we have to name “half full” before someone notices the hole in the bottom? Every now and then there isn’t a solution, and it begins to feel like there isn’t always a reason for everything either.
I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held. Trying to control what cannot be controlled. I am tired of denying myself what I want for fear of breaking things I cannot fix. They will break no matter what we do.