Thoughts on Progress

July 23, 2026

These steps are a towering behemoth raging against my progress. Their ongoing friction aimed at my forward momentum mocks the pace I drum into being.

Step. (Feel that?) Step. (What happened to not enjoying pain?) Step. (Can you move any slower?) Step. (Are you even moving at all?) Step. One. Two. Three...Twenty-five. A fraction forward.

Better I fry in the sun! Better my heart explode in the heat! Better I quit instead of torturing myself so! Better I stop complaining and take another bloody step.

Eventually it will get easier. Eventually my soles won't mind. Eventually I will forget today...and feel much more like myself.

These steps are a towering behemoth raging against my progress. Their ongoing friction aimed at my forward momentum mocks the pace I drum into being. KissKiss. May they feel me dance!