is it enough to be sufficient unto the day?
or should one surpass ones own expectations constantly?
it seems all I live for these days is the end of the week, such that
each day no longer matters, and as the weeks pass, it seems that life
matters little overall.
to live is to reach, to strive, to push forward. to better oneself so that one can better enjoy what one has. Yet when there is no enjoyment in such living, such striving; when it is all that you can do to get through each day, then the point of such reaching seems long lost.
Yet life is the most precious thing we have; or should be; maybe.
Getting again to that point in life again where despite all attempts, all has reduced to nothing, and it seems that nothing is all there will be.
Shall I survive this time? When all falls away, and fades away, what is there to hold to, and what is there to anchor me.
How do you teach yourself to cry once more, to feel, to be. How is each day faced, when facing each day takes more and more, leaving less and less behind.
How is easy. Left foot, Right foot, one step at time. It's the why that escapes me just now.
Why reach? Why strive? To Live? or just to be?
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