Dead Tired...Tired Dead

They are moments when you realize what you once thought was a problem is actually a problem. Prior to that you believed otherwise. Convincing yourself that if you moved fast enough it would all go away. But that was then and this was now in the midst of the issue. The problem has come to light. The recent events. The seemingly random nature of the end of time. It is seeming to become less random. It starts to take the shape of a war. Where are those other moments? Lost like mine? Really? That hatred died in banal motions?