I scavenged for sensation, sought myself in the rewards of being out there, across the Border.

So go ahead, break stuff. Break yourself on the once-hard edges of yourself. And recycle the debris into the foundation of your future.

I don't actually care what I climb, only how it affects me. Which means the summit doesn't matter as much as the emotional process.

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

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

Everything costs something everyone pays

One hour three times per week in the gym is no counterbalance to all of the other behavior in those other 165 hours