Building Prometheus

I no longer have leisure.

I prefer to think of it as balance.

Once again, when I need it most, I cannot sleep.

Here I go.

I’ve faced great adversity in my studies. Studying at full steam, damning every torpedo that may missile its’ way to my bow or stern, and saying F the icebergs.

I have sought economic recovery, substantive reasoning, and procedural duress. But most of all I have sought my future.

I’m giving everything I have. Refuting pleasure, comfort, and the joy of the lacksidasical ideals and practices that I used to enjoy.

Amidst this new maze of law and life, I find myself attenuating my efforts by the very notions I once held so dear.

So I’m working harder than I did back then. Back in 2003. That insidious occupation within my life.

Family. Faith. Health. Law. Work (this is law too). And then Fun.

At the end of each day, I compose a list of duties I must accomplish for the following day. And now at the conclusion of this brief list, is simply “Be Happy.”

Last Saturday I purged myself of what I thought was a sickening poison through 21 miles of pure escape.

This may be my last entry for a while, as I find myself feeling inadequate at this moment.

But until that next entry comes, I will vest in my ethic of perseverance.

Strength. And Honor.