And yet again...

Empty pages
I stand before you yet again
My fingers timid and trembling
Will you let me in?

To be a human is to try
and try again
and again
until you transcend or 
you're humbled

Like Goggins
Got to be in love with the pain
Can't love the dopamine trough
At the end of the journey
No matter how tough

So fall in love
with the pain
Because that's the only truth
Fall in love with the path
Because that's all that exists
Fall in love with change
Fall in love with instability
Fall in love with the moment
And you'll be okay

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