Moving foreward seems such a chore some days. Lately it seems any progress I acheive is taken away in short order. Every time I get closer to reaching a goal, and being happy in the way I wish it is trounced by a multitude of catastrophies beyond my controll. So I trudge foreward as best I can, making little progress it seems, trying vainly to make it where I want to get. The treadmill of life will not win. I am too damned stubborn, too damned determined, I will make it. I will be at HER side.
