Between the here-and-now and the hereafter

For me the true danger of being tired to the bone is not a decrease in motor function or mental acuity, it is the otherwise absent presence of nagging self-doubt in my heart.

I question my judgement, my decisions, my morality, my faith; even unto complete doubt in my own ability to think rationally. To see reality for what it is and react in a fashion becoming of the man whose realization is my ideal future.

That kind of questioning is the road to madness.

Anyways, I haven’t gotten enough sleep in weeks. Holding it together, though.