me, sitting on a throne barechested but wearing ornately engraved plate armor on my arms and legs and cloaked in fine almost translucent silks with an enormous snake draped over my shoulders: i got lost in the fantasy of this dope outfit and forgot what kinda post i was gonna make
there is no one coming to save you. there is no future version of yourself that will save you. there is no predestined course correction. all there is are the choices you make right now, and your best guess of how things will go. there is no narrative. no winning. only movement. and your convictions. you have no choice but to act on your convictions, your principles. or else the movement will sweep you up. dont be inert.
