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I've always wondered what the feeling of being 'burnt out' would be like. I imagine it would be some combination of defeat and fatigue but I think reality, with its love for brutal truth, has the potential to morph it into something more devastating - a loss of hope.

Everyone has different thresholds for pain and the same could be said of persistence. Some just try harder than others. In this rat race we call life, taking a breather and slowing down is not seen as a reward for your toils, no, it is a admittance -an admittance to defeat. Admitting you can't handle the pressure. Admitting you are weaker than those around who continue moving forward. Admitting that you are not good enough. And with that resounding thought, hope starts to dwindle and your goals seem to be floating away from your grasp.

Well fuck that.
Second place is not FIRST.
Mediocrity is not a GOAL.
And sacrifice is the PRICE

You can make up a million excuses but the truth is, you gave up before you were 6 feet below the ground. Life is a gift you receive once.