When disillusionment comes knocking, do you answer the door and welcome him in? Do you offer him tea and ask how he’s been? Do you pretend like he’s not there and go on with your day? Or do you meet him outside because you have something to say:
I don’t have time for you. Go back where you came from, disillusionment. You are not welcome here. I’ve outgrown my tolerance for you, do I make myself clear?
Don’t knock on my door, don’t ask to come in. Hope came yesterday, and boy did she win.