My responsibility may be to try and maintain
a clinical tone if I continue to explore
legitimate hopelessness.
I think I tapped into it during the months
of July, August and September.
I didn't exactly ace it,
I probably never will,
but I did put in a certain amount of effort
to surrender to what is.
There has to be some kind of balance
between resistance and surrender
that I haven't smoothly mastered yet.
Is it possible to feel that life is meaningful
if we use The Four Noble Truths as our compass ?
