dont have to chase. but instead i pace.knowing in every life seasons change. my long winter soon will be spring again. fields white not with snow. but blossoming opportunity. instead of famine or mana. i will eat of my labors. i tasted delight and joy. of lies. truth will be sweeter. and be sustained. in the face of lies. discontented anger and arrogance. it wont be the first spring. or the last win.