No Rest For the Weary

I feel sometimes that life is just a gigantic obstacle course. I mean, I know it is, but it hasn't always felt this way.

I seem to be spending most of my time playing politics, or some archetypal father-figure to a bunch of grown people that should have better control of their lives, or an actual father to a son that - even after 15 months in this plane of existence - I'm still trying to figure out.

It sometimes seems that things are being thrown my way just to test my resolve. I have the same arguments with my wife, the same problems at work, and the same dirty diapers at home.

But here's the thing: I *strive* when there's stress.

Maybe that's what's going on here. Maybe I'm just being pushed by the unknown powers to reach my maximum potential and to strengthen my resolve at being the best at what I do.

Or maybe I'm being tested by those same powers to throw me off my game.

Wherever my course leads me, I have the love in my heart to always pull me through. Rest, it seems, is non-existent for the weary.

Life drags on...and so does the quest to break the endless cycles of monotony.