advice to an old enemy (myself)
Old flaws always return in new clothes, with slicker hair and sharper knives. But the old solutions have died or decayed, and you must become ever slier in your quest to outwit yourself.
It’s a one-person arms race.
The more desperately you assault your worst traits, the more they camouflage themselves and tunnel under your defenses.
And if you ever convince yourself that you overcame those fatal qualities—well, you might enjoy months or years of inner smoothness, a certain lightness and ease, but one day everything you know will revolve, the facets of your memories shifting through light and shadow until they reveal the deep continuity between you and all your selves.
And you will finally grasp that believing you have changed only makes you more the same.