There is no chain so strong as that of unfulfilled expectation.
No tether more binding than that which holds to the anchor of an image of a life one believes should have been theirs.
Acceptance is not resignation.
It is not a declaration of surrender.
Rather, when truly and deeply drunk it is the draught that changes the fight – no longer against what is but for what can be.
Chains give way.
Anchors become wings.
And against the backdrop of an endless sky there is room for the one thing that matters most.
Acceptance is not surrender.
It is a set of wings.