Wanting things to be exactly as I wish them.
Wanting things to be predictable and secure.
We can’t expect these things because they’ve never been.
They’ve only existed as ideas in my mind.
Hard, hard, hard. So hard.
I totally get it.
I moved back to my hometown hoping things to be a certain way and, of course, they are and they aren’t. Same but different.
But I wish them.
And I move daily to bridge the gap between wish and reality.
I do it.
You do it.
We all do it.