Exhausted

Fifth Journal Entry

Living is an exhausting responsibility; eventhough our lungs do most of the job,to inhale oxygen and emit carbon dioxide, everything beyond that is upon our shoulders — hurdles for us to surpass.

Living is an exhausting responsibility; indeed, but what keeps a man going is his goals, the curiosity of what’s ahead of him, what lies behind that finish line, what is our fate — our destiny.

Living is an exhausting responsibility. 37 trillion cells in our body, but a part of me is still missing — my purpose to live.

Living is an exhausting responsibility; consumed by the flames of capitulation, but I have not given up yet, not yet.

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