I've been thinking, which usually means I'm restless. Or bored. Or avoiding action.
But let us humour my thoughts.I've been thinking of the gods we must kill in our lifetime. The altars we built before we were ready to take responsibility.
Health, wealth and happiness are no longer the whim of fickle faerie folk. They're not solely our own either, but to say we do not have agency is naive.
I think of the altars I must shatter.
The comforts I have tended too closely.
I am a child in many ways. And we all need to indulge in that part of ourselves when we can.
But I cannot wait for the world to make a move and wonder at the lack of change.
A grown man asks "Why didn't the world heal itself?"
The wind replies,
"Why didn't you?"
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