How tiring is struggling to keep going when going is supposed to be the least one can do, when growing, accomplishing, and making a difference as visible as the moon and the sun, as undeniable as time, when having an agenda, an ambition, are as common as having a name!
When there's no room for half-lives, for unaccomplished dreams and stories left without endings, when roads should be taken to the last step and poems must be read to the last word and love has to be felt to the last tear, glorious is him who makes it barely above the average.
Standards go higher, comfort goes more costly, excellence goes unnoticed and rewards irrelevant. Yet you can't decline. There are no spectators. You race or you lose.