Not much can be said about a person who sabotages their own livelihood. Not much can be said about that same person expecting salvation from an outside force. When you’ve gone mad with hunger, what will you have after you’ve bitten the hand that feeds? You pull your dress tighter and then complain of shallow breathing. What did you expect? The straws in the wind imply that comfort can be achieved, but don’t stop working. Work until you’re ready to live without justifying your benchmarks. No one will wait eternally for you.
