March 27, 2021

💐 03.26.21

It's easy to fall into the pit of doubt; comfortable, even, given the state of the world. Sometimes I mistake worry for rationality, as if it would grant me the pretense of sanity, when really it's just fragile paranoia.

I copied that quote of Rilke's into my notebook when I was thirteen. How did I forget it, all these years?

"It will be okay" has always sounded better when someone other than myself says it. Perhaps that's for the best: we cannot do this, any of this, alone.

—P