It seems as though each day is passing by in a haze. One day merges so well into the other that I can’t quite figure out when one day ends and the next day begins. Each passing day brings me closer to doom.
Moods of gloom. The unbearable weight of expectations.
Flying, soaring one minute and then plummeting headfirst into a bottomless pit the next. When will this cycle end?
I’ve been told time and again that in this profession, the cycle goes on and on.
The race never ends. You may fool yourself into believing that at a certain point you have arrived but the destination is infinity, which essentially means that one never arrives. There’s always a new hurdle to cross, a new hoop to jump through.
At every milestone, the distance left to travel only gets longer. The end-point only gets further and further away. And I have no choice but to keep running…
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