Sometimes i am so tired and worn out i wonder why i am still breathing,

how did i manage to open my eyes again,

how come i can still punch the calculator,

where did i get the strength to write.

When all the 'fight this' thoughts no longer seem to work,

i am reminded that i am actually very very blessed, in many wonder ways.

I am not alone.

No one is alone.

And that someday, all these will surely be over.

( Soccer trng was great. I'm loving it.)