I set my tolerance bar high on purpose believing I might somehow convince them otherwise and they’d eventually come around.

It took way too long for me to accept the fact that wasn’t my job.

In faith, culture, and politics, some folks are steadfast to fight and die for their convictions in the name of progress for what I consider irrational reasons impervious to arguments for change.

I suppose they believe the same of mine and they would be correct.

The difference is mine are held with vision for conserving what’s proven good for humanity, believing that history is still the wisest teacher in the room and change is only good when subject to its lessons and all are ultimately and essentially matters of life and death.

People are different but finally realizing and accepting that harsh truth remains sadly dissatisfying.

It’s not my job anymore.

Lesson learned.

Thoughts and prayers.