Tired, weary, writing

All is not lost; the unconquerable Will, / And study of revenge, immortal hate, / And courage never to submit or yield; / And what is else not to be overcome?
Paradise Lost

When its late and your eyes are burning and you just want to call it a day, then what else is there, but to struggle; what else makes anything worthwhile; vanity, our selfish desires, the struggle to break out and the inevitable falls; that is to say, when we can’t seem to find that spark, that motivation- that will! – to sit up and write, then we are left with nothing but choice and the outcomes we bring on ourselves; courage is never to yield; and if we sit silent and leave blank pages then what choice did we make, and how far will we fall?