you must believe you are special and then go so hard, for so long, with such violent refusal to accept any other ending, that reality itself starts running out of ways to tell you no. you must wage a war daily against the ordinary outcome, until the belief you invented out of nothing in a room by yourself has been hammered into the world so many times that it stops being a claim and becomes reality.
دونك دواءً ناجعًا لحرارة شمس الصيف؛ استحضار بيت: «وإن مسّت النار حرّ الجبين توهمتها قُبلة منك مجبولة من لهيب» لعله يساعد في تخفيف وطأتها، ولا بأس من التصعيد بعدها مع من يفضل الصيف على الشتاء