What is crooked cannot be made straight, and what is lacking cannot be counted.
Under the sun, the broken has no hope of being fixed. It is utterly hopeless to imagine it ever being any different than it is. If the hope of a new world gets you through the day, it only prolongs the inevitability of the same ol, same ol eroding you away like a pebble in a stream. You cannot stay sharp by wishing for a world without water.