You Don’t Want It Enough
I’ve never thought myself to be something special, nor will this be an essay where I prove that sentiment otherwise. I am, however, confronted with people’s lack of desire compared to their abundance of wishes.
Wish in one hand and shit in the other, as Rob would say.
Throughout all your life, you will meet people in terrible circumstances that they most likely couldn’t help but prevent. They were dealt a shitty hand or were at the wrong place at the wrong time, things like that. All of it had nothing to do with them and everything with everyone else.
Poor them, very sad.
But what are they doing to get out of it? Do they accept their situation or reject it outright and do what needs to be done, what is required to get out of it?
