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When I was young, I was told that any dream of being an author was merely that...a dream. I'd never succeed. I never gave up. I faltered, but I never surrendered.
When my social anxiety threatened to curtail my ability to reach for my goals, I applied and got a job where I'd have to deal with all manner of people for hours a day. Again, I refused to surrender.
At 15 I hitchhiked from Seattle to Central Oregon, practically walking to the summit of Mt. Hood before catching a ride. Cold, hungry, and exhausted, all I did was keep putting one foot over another. Because I refused to give up.
Faced with adversity, I gritted my teeth, bitched about it, and pressed on. And made it through to the other side.
I will admit that I picked my battles. Anyone who doesn't is a fool, and will soon be drowned in them. But once I'd chosen a path, I stuck to it and soldiered on. Every time.
That's how I feel about this battle, the one against the corporate interests, the sycophantic cronies, the profiteers, the murders, thieves, and con artists. The liars, fools, and hate-mongers. The pretenders, the corrupt, and the savage.
With every outrage, I sharpen the edge of my pen, and begin the fight anew. I know there is no other choice but to fight. I know that there is no other choice but to win.
The only path to defeat is surrender. And I don't know how to do that.
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