Be

Helplessness overwhelms us as we seek to wrest control from some unknowable force. We attempt to familiarise it, give it a name, and yet we are helpless. We beat our fists raw, if futility, against tiffany walls.

We turn in desperation to ears that seem not to hear and find answers and comfort in purpose that we could never understand. The glow of triumph sits like an awkward glare on our fevered eyes. And so it fades, leaving eyes dulled to near-blindness, all fervour gone but for the urgent uselessness.

Finally defeated, beaten, almost broken, we face it, embrace it. And thus...
we are human.