The sharp edge of words

It's not the things we like to do, or even choose to do, which sustain us.
The hard and complex things which give so much meaning to our days are a source of toil, frustration and accomplishment.
I spend my days plotting, debating, explaining. Most of this is done with people who seem so slow to understand concepts; who cannot follow the thread of a narrative; who have made decisions before they have heard any facts.

I do not debate with Socrates or Aristotle.
Too often, I am Diogenes.

There are too many willing to damage the lives of others to advance their personal needs.
I do not go quietly.