if you want something done you have to do it yourself
The phone rings for someone else.
The promises arrive dressed in clean shirts, smelling of aftershave and polished shoes.
They leave before the dishes are washed.
You learn.
The world isn't lazy because it's cruel.
It's lazy because someone always believes another pair of hands is coming.
No cavalry.
No angels.
No man with a clipboard checking off your miracles.
Just your own bones, aching before daylight, dragging themselves toward another unwinnable morning.
You curse, you laugh, you light another cigarette even if you quit years ago, because memory still smokes.
The rent gets paid by the hand that signs it.
The floor gets swept by the one tired enough to notice the dirt.
The tears dry without asking permission.
If there's a god, he probably respects a person who keeps moving while talking to the dark.
That's the joke.
Everyone wants saving.
But most days salvation looks like standing up again when your knees have already voted no.
If you want something done,
pick up the hammer,
write the letter,
wash the cup,
say goodbye,
say hello,
keep breathing.
The world has never owed you a thing.
But every now and then,
it steps aside
for the one who refuses to wait.
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