It’s hard for me to accept things the way they are.
I want to fight for what’s right and fair.
Acceptance is a part of survival.
I don’t have to worry about whether
he loves me or he doesn’t
or if he loves someone else.
Here, authentic love is virtually possible
but is scientifically and logically impossible.
The will to survive is stronger.
I arrive at this understanding often,
but I’m emotional and I forget.
I’m sure the bull
would like to lay his horns down
on the prairie,
but if he does he’ll die.
What he doesn’t understand
is that it’s the nature of water—
once it evaporates,
it won’t return.
—May 26, 2019