Yusuf tilted his head down to intercept Lou’s faraway gaze. “I know that look,” he said. “It’s how I look when I possess no real conviction that things can ever get better. It is the look of despair and surrender.”
Lou took that in and considered it. “Yeah, I suppose that is how I’m feeling,” he conceded.
“It’s a seductively powerful feeling,” Yusuf continued, “this feeling of despairing surrender. But it’s a lie.”
Lou suddenly perked up. “How so?”
“Because it’s assuming something that isn’t true.”
“It’s assuming that you’re stuck—that you’re doomed to continue suffering as you have been.”
This was, in fact, what Lou was feeling. He slumped again in his chair.
“Just a moment ago, Lou,” Yusuf began, “you said that you were ...