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underneath the stars
It is all very well, when the pen flows, but then there are the dark days when imagination deserts one, and it is an effort to put anything down on paper. That little you have achieved stares at you at the end of the day, and you know the next morning you will have to scrape it down and start again. ~Elizabeth Aston
Sunday, 13 May 2007
Exhausted, But Still Pushing On...
06:55

There comes a time when the fatigue finally catches up to you, when you need to tell yourself, "Hey, slow down, catch your breath. Take five before you push on." There's a limit to how much a person can take physically and mentally, a threshold before your system breaks down. Its important to know this limit, and to have the sense to stop before the point of no return. However, sometimes the situation just does not permit you to move down a gear, and you're forced to push on despite the fatigue wearing you down. The final few yards beckon, and you just want to get it over with before you stop. After all, another few steps won't hurt, isn't it? Just an extra 1/2 an hour, an extra jerk and heave, an extra burst of energy......


Add it all up......


WHAM!


Suddenly, the strain hits you like a sledgehammer. One blow is enough to knock you out. You're fazed, lying on the ground. You will yourself to get up, but your body doesn't respond. Your blood is pulsating, your mind is screaming, "COME ON!" but nothing gets through to the nerves in your arms and feet. Your senses feel numb, and you can hear your heart beating, yourartery thumping against your forehead, your breath heavy and deep. In a flash, bacteria overwhelms your immune system. You're
down. you're sick. You're out. First the flu, then the fever, then finally the cough settles into your throat. You know you've got work to do, but you're stuck in bed, broken, unable to carry on, out of commission for the next few days, even weeks. You curse yourself because you let it happen. It's your own fault. Should have known when to stop, shouldn't you? Now you're a mess, and nothing more, maybe even less.

When you finally recover, you promise yourself that it won't happen again. Next time, you'll hit the breaks before you hit the curb. But now, the work has piled up while you lie in the sick bay, feeling sorry for yourself. You're in a rush to complete it, andyour'e raring to go. Pretty soon, you're telling yourself, "I just recovered, nothing bad is going to happen to me now." and you press forward with the daunting workload. Yea right. The cycle repeats itself again soon enough, and you're caught in a loop. No way out, unless you learn your lesson. REST! STOP! SLOW DOWN WHEN YOU NEED
TO! NONE OF US WERE MADE TO BE UNTIRING ROBOTS! WE'RE HUMANSDAMNIT! STOP THINKING YOU'RE NOT! RELAX AND CHILL! YOU NEED IT!~Zhongy~

P/S Ok it sounds pretty emotional, but this is not directed at anybody. Felt that it was pretty good though after reading through it. Honestly some people just don't know how to stop. Hopefully this knocks some sense into them. Btw Happy Mother's Day:)


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