There are times when just being alive is
simply not good enough-
there are moments when just having a job
is not completely sufficient-
there are days when just making it by
is not quite enough to make it by-
these are the times when that fire needs
to be stoked-
these are the times when we
must rediscover a way to fan the flames,
and trickle a stream of petrol to incite that blazing
intensity-
these are the times when inhuman effort
needs to be pumped into every possible
vein,
rather than feel them collapse under the weight
of the persistent load-
simply making excuses will only paint you into
into a corner-
we are wedged in time like a rock under a falling
tree-
constantly pressing against the weight of a
consistent force-
if we push back, we may escape-
the moment we give up may be our last*