I will not be expecting anything much any more, all of the things that my big city upbringing had taught me to take for granted. Things will not get better; to expect them to is nothing but a lesson in futility.
So what's left? Resignation, I guess. Acknowledgement, the throwing of arms into the air. I give up. It may be time to slowly stop doing what people think I should, and start doing what I truly feel; to stop aiming for the stars, and instead start nurturing the tiny candle that flickers by my feet.
Perhaps then I will finally be able to find a small simple peace to call my own.