Letter, prose

Sort It Out

You may well break into pieces and you may feel unwell. You may feel feeble and want the world to stop turning; this will pass. Given time you will feel more comfortable with yourself and the unfocused will become clear. The worries you had will appear laughable. Ideology will become unworkable. Give up hope now, forget your dreams. You are wasting potency as others plan life. Concentrate. There are things that need to be accomplished. The time to dream is over.

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