It’s been years since we started the occasional thermonuclear war with one another. Just like any other war, the reminiscent of guilt, the very very loudness, and death of certain feelings linger like the click coming from once-upon-a-time sprained ankle.

Like my good friend once said, read the book “interacting with difficult people” is actually a very apt call to action. I just can’t get out of the cycle. Or rather, I just can’t get her out of cycle.

Years have passed, and she’s still in the shithole her mind conjured. People have moved on, some changed to be better, some just the worst. All this hate, all this guilt that is the unfortunate by-product. Oh my- I want out, so badly.

I don’t want to play this game anymore, I don’t want all the negativity. I declare this to be the last war. If there’s a spark next time, I will walk way. I will take the high road. I am too old for this shit.

“Yesterday I was clever,
so I wanted to change the world.
Today I am wise,
so I am changing myself.”
― Rumi