UnTaitled

I legit want a world wide grid shutdown.

Otters frolicking underwater.

but life is like the third lap of the mile. life is the seventh mile of the half marathon. the point where your legs cramp, heavy as lead. your stomach churns, your head throbs, your arms tired. the shin splints kick in, the side stitch returns. the blisters form the breathing quickens. the air turns thick the wind blows against you. you've come so far, but the final turn to home is the longest. the finish line is always in sight. and this is the point where you have to decide to stop and give in to the pain, the struggle, let the run win. or push on, say no to the pain and cross the finish line, banking on the promise of success.

THIS.