The struggle of roosters, jealous women, insulted men, the submissive, the immature, the strong and the weak... what’s truly the worst part? I asked myself in my infinite wisdom (every bit of irony here is intentional).
My Castor and Pollux are usually enough to keep themselves busy with their own struggle, much like my sun and moon, a fire constantly fed by her breath. Plus, with Mars sitting right there in that Leo 🥳, as the old timers say, it’s a situation where Cat is hitting her head against a brick wall until the wall finally gives way... I've got plenty of will and grit.
Look, I'm an egoist 😁, so my struggles are always centered on me, myself, and I. After living through what feels like centuries in this fragile world, you realize people are basically just scenery—replaceable, disposable, and not worth getting attached to. The idea of casting pearls before swine haunts me... we give our best to a world that can't see past its own selfishness and weakness.
With my limited mental capacity, regardless of religious or national identity, what really gets under my skin is when a woman acts like a wolf toward another woman 😁
Men tend to spot strength and pick the weak ones. That's just evolution. Or maybe it's just cowardice, I don't know, though so far I've been blessed with a full suitcase of cowards.
I fight to ensure I'm not defined by my body, because let's face it, there's no such thing as an "attractive wise old lady," and as the years pile up, I can only run away in stupid ways. I want to live life fully before my physical limits trap me, before I hit a moment where I say, "I could have, but whatever..." Besides, boobs aren't what define Lara Croft, right?
It’s not being deep to say I despise anyone just because they’re prettier, hotter, or younger. That’s on me, I guess; I'm imperfect. I can't buy into the argument that someone is "cool" just because they have the same hair color, eyes, or zodiac sign as me (though Geminis are the best) while simultaneously ignoring the fact that the person is a total psychopath.
I just don't get the urge to constantly hunt for someone else's weaknesses just to put them down, or dig for flaws just to insult them, acting like a total jerk to others while thinking I'm some kind of saint.
My words reflect what my heart is full of. In mine, I'm fighting to keep out the filth of this nasty everyday life.
This whole bit about Catameš doesn't stem from ancient Babylon or have any grand purpose.
Basically, Milo started and finished the topic in a haiku style, so I'm just trying to kill some time and stretch this out for a few more days. 🤷
One last bit of wisdom before I go...
The only thing worth fighting for is being yourself. Nothing is more attractive than being unique; clones—at least in terms of empires—all look exactly the same.
And my favorite quote, which I can't for the life of me remember where I read: