Ok, truth to be told, the will wasn't (isn't) very strong. Nevertheless, in life there are things that one must do not for pleasure but for glory. Therefore I have returned.
Some say that returning over and over to the places where they suffered the biggest losses makes them stronger. I tend to disagree, for I feel myself growing weaker by the day. No matter how hard I try to overcome myself, no matter how hard I try to prove myself before others, I no longer have much will left. And like the animals in the wild, after a severe wound, they use all that is left of their strength for one last effort, I too am using what is left of me.
I don't think it's enough, it never is.
I don't feel very well today, think I'll call in sick to LIFE.
"And when the first man reached the end of his journey, he found himself at the beginning."
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