If I were feeling what I were feeling right now a year or two ago, I would be feeling very melancholic and existentialist right now. It isn’t so bad this time. I don’t plan on allowing it to go so far. Everybody else has their own problems, many of them worse than mine- some of them are even counting on me to hold things together for them. Mine, in contrast, are superficial, perhaps. But not really. They represent very meaningful things to me. My gym routines, my daily health, my thought processes, my clarity, my focus- these are the things that guide me, in a way- that keep me going, that give me my confidence and strength. It is humbling, I guess. To face limitations. Weaknesses. To lose, repeatedly, even when you know that it’s not really your fault- it gets to you, it wears you down. I will not be worn down. These are not genuine limitations, only structural ones. I know what needs to be done to fix things and make things awesome. I haven’t been doing them to the best of my ability, and that is my prerogative. I will practice what I preach, do what I know must be done, and arise, and transcend.