Problem: I'm on a perpetual quest to vindicate myself, to correct fictitious perceptions (nothing ever big enough, nothing ever fightworthy) as they haggle by the hundreds.
Solution: an extra dose of not-give-a-damn. Turn the trade away from self, toward the needful others.
Moral: to be misunderstood is to be human, and the false flutter by the millions, grasping for that impossible light, trading depth for the coolness of a comprehending crowd.
Concisely: let chaos be.
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