then we justify ourselves by setting off
on a journey with a known destination,
but no real plan to get there;
giving ourselves ample time
that we take for granted;

we’re doing juuuuust fine.

examine yourselves;
search your thoughts,
hear your words,
observe your actions.

who are you?


the ideal story of Q

to be able to do what you love and believe in for a living;

to have the endurance to withstand the toughest of times;

and yet still find rest.

that would be great, won’t it?

or is that asking for too much?

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i’m not even serious half the time;
and i seldom seriously fool around.
“just because i feel like it,”
grows more and more a hateful sound.

personality quizzes tend to ask if the quiz-taker favours justice or mercy, as if they belong on opposite sides.


i think of mercy as a higher value,

but that does not mean i hold no regard for justice

(in fact, my aspiration for justice essentially decided my vocation).

justice and mercy are not mutually exclusive.

it is only when justice is meted out that mercy has any application at all.

when the greatest act of kindness you can offer is to tell someone to

“lose hope.”

do all who walk eventually run?

do all who walk eventually run?

how shall i know if i run, or if i merely walk?
what is running?
how does it look like, what would i look like?
and if i ask, does it mean that i do not run?
for those with eyes on the wreath,
this would seem like the silliest question
(but still, take heed lest you fall).
but for us who are less athletic and more ordinary,
how do we know, what shall we do?
and if the exhortation is simply, ‘run, you fools, run!’
does it mean that there is no room for simple folk,
or do all who walk eventually run?
in such a way that the struggles of our youth grow obsolete,
in such a way that we will never need to ask?