It doesn't have to be fun to be fun.

...and while ambition sleeps inside of me I content myself with memories of glitter and despair.

Success can breed contempt, and a casual attitude toward danger.

Sometimes you must sacrifice yourself on the altar of effort to be reminded of what and who you could become if you applied yourself.

Effort and pain may not be avoided. Physical and psychological breakdowns occur. The support of a like-minded group, dedicated to The Art of Suffering, provides a safety net. An individual will push harder and risk more in the company of trustworthy peers.

Some of us wake up. Others roll over.

Frostbite? I consider that a failure.