I must. I must. I must do things I want not to do.
I don't mind it so much. I try not to mind it. And I don't mean to complain.
But I'm just so tired. I'm so stretched. I'm a bit happy again, but I ache for rest. Not this constant movement.
But if it were up to me, would I ever get anywhere in life? Maybe it's better that circumstances outside myself continue pushing me forward. They force me to find my motivation... to gain something...