It is not a career. It is penance. As he is so fond of reminding me, it is karma accrued from my past life, and I am now suffering for it. It is just a matter of how much more suffering that I have to bear and grin until something gives way, physical or otherwise. It is so much easier when your life is riddled with less obstacles, but yet again, as he reminds me, it tests my mettle for all it's worth, but to what purpose, I may ask. When will I lay my weary self in the seas of oblivion, when I feel the full thirty years weighing on my shoulders?
What am I fighting for every day? In a run, at least, I know I have a goal. But in life, it defeats me.
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