My horoscope says Iโm conflating optimism with enlightenment. Enlighten me while Iโm on my back, Iโll get it right. Itโs easy to be optimistic when youโre on top of me, underneath you Iโm steady and good.
A compulsion is not a choice, itโs a drive, a habit. An itch you scratch. But I choose this, my eyes are open, yours look right back at me, green and clear. This choice feels easy.