If there's anything I've grown really good at, it's resistance. I notice that in my adult life, I resist everything:
Resist getting rich, resist living with the bare minimum
Resist sucking, resist succeeding
Resist forever burying things, resist living with dead things everyday
Resist the whipped cream, resist going on a strict diet
Resist writing, resist photography
Resist the fires of hell, resist the limits of religious thought
Resist being childlike, resist being an adult
Resist melancholy, resist unreasonable bliss
Resist normalcy, resist abnormality
Resist the simple, resist the frivolous
Resist the tyranny of words, resist empty silences
Resist irresponsibility, resist total dedication
Resist apathy, resist devotion
Resist death, resist life.
What's with the fucking struggle?
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