Downed

    All good things come to an end.

The end is where a new chapter begins. Born from lessons of the trials that led you there. But this story’s end was far too premature to be fruitful. 9 days out of 28 and the path ahead has collapsed. A choice between health and obstinence, never encountered that before. I was asked to consider one or suffer the consequences of the other. A question that ripped the seeds of determination from me as swiftly as a thatched roof in a hurricane. All my preparation, mental, physical, psychological, spiritual, shattered in an instant. A day of anxious contemplation. A night of hopeless reverberation. The same conversation in ostinato. A morning of committed stupidity. A decision of heartbreaking tragedy. I couldn’t move ahead. And that was that.

    Why did this have to end?

Because it was the right way to move forward. There will always be multiple opportunities. There is only one life.