May 27, 2019
Weakness. It disgusts me. Choosing weakness, such a popular pastime. Weakness of spirit, weakness of will, weakness of personal command. Folding by another's command, folding for conviviality, folding for your wife, your lover, your mother. Living in a welter of someone else's domain. Throwing in the towel, giving up to fatigue, giving up for failure, not seeing success on the horizon. Weakness. It surrounds us. Sheep. Waiting to be led; it doesn't matter where, just anywhere. Finding that inner steel seems a pipe-dream, a lost idea that has no currency. You bet on nothing, you're sure to win. Nothing.