Running in this nightmare of life. Is this Reality? Is there really a reason to be alive; to go through all this suffering? I like that I become stronger when I overcome these herculean feats. But at the same time, each trial crumbles me so humbly. I disgust myself at my undignified self. Groveling on the ground begging the Gods for mercy despite the promise to stay strong and steadfast. Indomitable, hah! The irony is so not funny, as I am filled with aversion. I could be a hero, save lives including my own soul. So why, I scream, "Why am I not awesome, why am I not a being that causes this very world to tremble under my confidence, strength, and justice". I breathe in,...