we are all fools

Peace is only complacent and teaches nothing. Turmoil, conflict and the constant battle between chaos and order are more visceral and teachable than the narcotic effect of peace and complacency.

We love peace but we are made for the battle.

As much as I might wish it weren't true,  you will always hold an exalted place in my heart. 

Anyone you ever truly love, you always will.

How foolish is it of me to still hold fantastical dreams of what might have been between us. Dreams born of fantastic projections of who you could have been to me. 

Love is a fools errand

And we are all fools

Work is a means

Unless your employment is a passion project for you (and lucky you if that is the case), work is only ever a means to an end, a willing sacrifice of efforts now to accrue resources for future utilization. In short, work is a means by which to afford the life you desire. 

If however, you have no life that you desire then your work offers no satisfaction or meaning, it is only perpetual suffering. 

What's worse, if you work with people who excel at wasting time and whose single greatest talent seems to be perfection of the hand-in-pocket pose, then your own conscientiuousness is a burden that you saddle yourself with, to zero gain, and to the laughter of your supposed coworkers, who vilify you for having the audacity to do work

This is a little slice of hell