Fatigue wrenches my being. I am weary. The journey is so long and cruel. My shoulders are stooped. I am on the brink of collapse.
Why take upon so much?
Why push forward so doggedly?
Why not take leisure and release myself from these conquests?
Then I remind myself where my priorities lie. I gaze again upon dreams waiting eagerly to be fulfilled. And I realize once more that I would rather stare upon the terror of death than to give any less than I can give.
Presto! That is enough to fan the flames of my spirit, for me to march on starry-eyed and determined.