Hungry for nourishment, for change, for anything that swings the pendulum the other way Yearning for home, for solace… Anything to alleviate the sorrow that had robbed me of my independence and self-assurance Unwilling to receive the gift of rest, love, compassion, and surrenderance The fighter grumbles… Blind to the possibility of surrendering the pain, anguish, and heartbreak… Rather than being tormented by the past, surrender to the present