"What is it...this pull?
This dull and unyielding gravity?
A persistent weight quarreling with me.
So easy it is to give in.
...to surrender.
But what would this momentary capitulation give me save a temporary
respite?
In what form or manner would I emmerge from this reprieve?
I choose to move forward...through it...against it.
A journey replete in it's rewards, is one marked with trials.
It is a blink of existence we are so graciously afforded.
Would not an impassioned and spirited earnestness,
Be what our souls were intended for?
So walk,
Walk with me.
Move forward, against the pull."
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