It’s hard to figure out how you got so low from so high. It’s hard to track the gradual descent. Sinking is a subtle feeling.
But the point of revolution, the moment of reverse, remembering how and when you stopped falling and started climbing, that is easy to remember. Because climbing is so much harder.
And you would hope that after sinking again, muscle memory would kick in when you want to climb again. But why is it so hard to replicate? Why is it that though we know the steps we must take, we refuse to take them? Why do our minds dissuade us from following the path we already know takes us home?
Why are we our own worst enemies?