When you’ve reached a peak of psychological exhaustion, you often come to wonder if it’s worth speaking out or not at all.
You don’t have to be a rebel to chase after what you’re entitled to, what should be done, what is logical. But like we’ve so blatantly realised during the past year, logic has no reason, and in some case, no existence either.
We speak out because we believe that’s right, and because, deep down, we hope our message will get through and help get things done.
At first, you use diplomacy, but when politeness finds no end, irritation sets in, strictness, and words begin to scathe.
But in the end, we realise that neither has any effect. You can’t force another to do your will.
Perhaps that is what we mostly need to realise: the borders of our own capabilities – how far we can impose change.
Some things don’t happen because we yearn them to.
They depend on the essence of another human being.
And sometimes that is the most difficult thing to control.
Also part of Your Daily Word Prompt