Sometimes you’re already on edge, and it’s just that last straw that breaks the camel’s back. Over stretching with no end in sight.
Fail and be broken, or come out way stronger. No idea what the eventual outcome will be, but I do wish I’d placed more importance on minimalism.
Sometimes it’s not hard to understand why people choose to numb their lives with TV, alcohol, or whatever. At least there is a temporary reprieve. Reading. That’s been the one escape I have.
I’ll come out stronger.