To Clive, Concerning Struggle

Struggle. How easily we could avoid that perpetually mundane institution. But we subject ourselves to it. Day in and day out. Waking to wrathful conflict, flagellating our psyches with sick, venomous passion. What to do what to do what to do Imagine a situation. Imagine that situation resolved and forgotten. Between those two statements lies the answer, in one word. We'll never know that word. Most of us take comfort in that. Now, imagine a world with meaning, truth, and a clear path. Choices that make themselves, codes of honor to uphold. This should be ideal. And to some, it is. But I do not exist in the same illustrious kingdom as Those. Standing outside the walls, I realize I must make my own way. I loathe this fact daily. We search, and search, some find, some give up. Others... reevaluate. What is the place for the reevaluators?