Meanwhile, most of us if asked, don't know why, or "who" want these "results";
A good question rarely asked: "Who's Joneses you're so desperately trying to keep up with?" And even if so, do we even ENJOY the process?
As the old king, who wanted a son so badly, that he impregnated nine women hoping to receive a hearer in one month - we push and push, until one day we either can't or have nothing to push altogether.
One truly understands this quote by Emmerson, when injured.
Then one is FORCED to pause.
To reflect and re-evaluate.
The bigger the self-abusement and deafness to one own body, and soul for that matter, the greater the injury, the longer the time to heal, and sometimes one dies prior too.
Unless your name is Chronos, adopt the pace of nature, her secret is patience.
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