There is no such thing as convictions without discomfort
The fight does not end just because the sun sets
Closing ones eyes will not accelerate time
Turning the page does not erase the chapters that preceded
Isolation will not prevent the noise from within
Hope cannot exist in the absence of uncertainty
Growth does not dwell in the heart of comfort
And yet….
I long for the day my path becomes as clear and simply put together as the stop signs I seem to keep running into