I am supposed to proof myself against incoming adversities. There are things in this universe that does not make sense.  I am supposed to brace myself and stop thinking. But how do I not think?

It is so disconcerting to see the proof of my uncertain life before me.

every day

I push my soul,

I push my mind, body, and every aching bit of me

To go on. Keep on.

Life is very long.