It’s a surreal time. We know this.

At what cost are we attaining what we are grasping for? At who’s cost?

If we consider our immediate surroundings carefully, we may not decide to continue. We may see faces, and individuals.
Stories.
Lives.

It’s when we are single sighted, tunnel visioned, that we dart ahead at any cost.

No second thoughts about who gets in the way.

Blanketed paths for futile martyrdom.

Does the end justify the means? Does it?
More importantly, can it?