I only carry the nessecities of my day. And after blistering sun, blistering wind, and blistered feet; my hands throbing and the skin torn; joints ache, lungs burn, and the blood is weak; I don't find truth in this escape, it just comes... It does not matter if i have succseeded or failed, it only matters that I have let go of my illutions, and so I feel truth...
Good take for you. I felt that way about 1985 thru 1995 when I was working for the federal government in South America and South East Asia as a private consultant for various business enterprises that American and American allies were installing to help the governments in those countries. Except some the local trouble makers didn't want help for their people they would disrupt our measures. My job centered around trying to find a middle ground for all parties involved. This was not a pleasant situation at times but a job is a job.