You have to fight every single day and you have to win.
Bad things could come out of any place in your mind. Any place.
And you have to beat them back and win. There won’t be any mercy or excuses or anything like that.
It won’t get easier, you won’t be approved of. You will fall short of your dreams, and you will find the sad limit of your own talents.
This is going to happen.
There is no map, and there are enemies. This is a fact.
You have to live and you may never be happy, you may never do work that makes you proud.
But you have to do it anyway:
What’s the alternative? To get doughy and deluded and drunk? To self medicate into nothingness?