The City is tiresome. Less for what it is than for who is in it. Less for who they are than for what they do. Less for what they do than for the lack of thought behind it.
If they would stop and consider, if they would stop from rushing ahead even for a moment, most all of the problems in the City could be resolved. But, instead, there is misunderstanding and violence and lies and suffering. There's entirely too much pain and suffering and the people cry out for relief but they can have none because they have brought these things on themselves. And there's never more than a passing thought given, neither before nor after. I count myself guilty among them, yes, but I have given consideration to these things. There is pain that must be endured, sometimes. And one can consider this as well.
It's as though everyone seeks out the pain in which they find themselves. There is pain that must be endured and there is pain that can be avoided. There is some wisdom in knowing the difference. It's foolishness to fall into both and bewail the situation. Bewailing the situation at all is fruitless. Endure, contemplate, act, or be silent. It does no good to complain for its own sake. A cry for help, yes, that much is understandable. Complaining does nothing for pain, but that seems to be the only thing that ever happens here. No thought, no consideration, no decisions, but only complaints at finding oneself in pain. When forethought or consideration could have avoided it in the first place. Or made clear the reason for it, at least. Maybe complaints ought to be turned to contemplation, since complaints only make clear that one is in pain. Think on it for a while.
I would stand against it all but--
It's all familiar. And it's true: there is no new thing under the sun.
[ooc: Someone has a case of "No Inner Monologue." Everyone run. Katan thinks you are all immature :|]