“ It is not that I do not want you. Only that I might want you too much. And for too long ”
I imagined, too. And so imagination became my nemesis; my mind created monsters out of nothing.
~ Samantha Shannon
Just going outside put me at risk of winding up dead or captured. If I let that daunt me, I'd never do anything.
War has often been called a game, with good reason. Both have combatants. Both have sides. Both carry the risk of losing.
When you dream of change, it shines bright, like fire, and burns away all the rot that came before it. It's swift and inexorable. You cry for justice, and justice is done. The world stands with you in your fight. But if there was one thing I had learned in these last few weeks, it was that change had never been that simple. That kind of revolution existed only in daydreams.
