What makes us just give up and quit trying? Do we really just get worn down? Filed down and away? I suspect it is something more along the lines of a change in priorities, and a new line of sight. One can only be shoved to the side and taken for granted for so long before they make their own way, or decide that some battles just aren’t worth the blood-spill.
We grow, we change, we forget, or we remember, but no body is stationary, and we can only sit still for so long. Do we grow together? I suppose we can. But we don’t often like to, because that suggests supplication, vulnerability, weakness.
What are we willing to lose for an unpromised potential? Or are we better off with the comfortable battle that we know?
