Change, change, change. What a beautiful constant.

For so long did I fight, fight, fight, hold on, so desperately. For so long did I battle the inevitable.

But now. What has become of me?

I have realized that I fought losing battles. I funneled my energy into wars that were doomed from the beginning. A mere man shouting into an apathetic hurricane.

I fought against that which could not be controlled, and at times neglected those things that could.

No more. Adulthood, wisdom… perhaps it is about accepting which battles are losing battles, and surrendering. To honor such limits and bounds. The foolishness of our youth seemingly necessitates us running head first into those brick walls incessantly. No, no matter how much stronger you get, that wall is there. You fool, did you not realize you could simply walk around it and side-step it? Were you so prideful that you simply wished to prove to yourself that it could be done, that you were so mighty that you could demolish it with your momentum alone?

I digress. I lay down my sword, because I recognize that there are areas of life where I am one man against legions.

I have instead chosen to focus my energy on that which can be improved, on that which can be changed by my will and effort —

Instead of hurtling my seeds against brick walls, I have chosen to plant them in fertile soil, to tend to them kindly, diligently, and patiently over time.