The Daily Muck

As I muck through each day in tiredness and dread, it seems the day doesn’t end. Decisions and responsibilities call for my action which seems delayed and not forthcoming. I am only glad I got out of this mess, yet every year, the return decays my confidence, and augment my sorrows and incapacitates me further than I ever could. I am a schoolboy once again, deferring and useless at commanding. The rank is just a burden and shames me, a useless piece of insignia that reminds me of what I am actually worth. I surrender since that is my only course.