Too late

I'm building up. An urban survivor. Impossible is nothing. No holding me back. The only way is up. Effort with ease. All total bullshit.

I'm fragile, scarred, fundamentally flawed. But I am resilient. I get up each and every day and try something new. I am not a failure but I have found a million things that don't work.

So; focus on the positive, do more of what I love, breathe and soldier on. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot.

But the niggling worry that all this effort is too little too late sneaks in. I wonder whether the temperature differential is just too great and the constant wind will wear me down before I can build the strength the keep up the fight. For there is no end to the shitstorm of life. There is always a battle waging. The war is never won.