You can’t stick to a desert that once was a green meadow, in the hopes of rains returning. Don’t let your seeds shrivel in vain. Don’t die of thirst waiting for something that isn’t yours to wait for.
Go where your seeds are awaited by fertile soil, and rain will follow you. Go where your fires are fanned, and the breeze will cool you. Go where your light is allowed free passage, and lofty trees forming a dense canopy will shade you.
Don’t linger in an environment that is abrasive to you. Don’t seek out your graveyard.