I have to learn to listen to myself. My mind so often tells me to do what brings me happiness, but I ignore it and do what must be done. On rare occasions that I do what I know brings me happiness, my mind and body reward and reinforce that behavior. Then I return to the joyless routine, the unending cycle of tasks and duties that crush my spirit. The only dictator in this story is me; I am my own oppressor. While outside of me people are hinting at revolution, there is an internal revolt fomenting.
