What you resist is what you require.
I have to trust that the future, that pithy, flitting thing I try and catch under slow moving sap, will win in the end. Will carry through. Will regardless of will. The one place that trust can test its mettle is off there in the future. When it all works out or doesn’t, but it will. A Frost-esque sentiment, but it is mine as well.
+500 story words.