Resurrection

There’s a profound pleasure in failure. You get to give up. There’s nothing you can do, so you might as well not bother. The problems are too big. You’re just not that talented. The opportunities are dry, with just tumbleweed to grab onto. Your energy fades, and so does your optimism. Passivity wraps you in a cozy blanket, and you can just sit back now and observe. You tried before, a million times you let your hopes lift, before crashing — DOA. You make the crash site your home, and now you wait. Unfortunately, we cannot allow you such peace. We’ll drag you out and shock you with defibrillators, to feel something again. Resurrection is the only option, the need is too great. You took a break, and it was needed for a time, but now, we must act again. Gingerly, tape the wings back into place. Even if you falter, rev the engine. There is no time to waste.