The Fall of the House of Jericho...

Musical accompaniment: 3TEETH - Drift

I wrote a thousand words, which I subsequently threw in the bin in disgust, trying to express what I realised I could, and should, have done in four: 

I'm sofa king tired. 

Over-thinking the cause of my writer's block, I realise that just like most of the problems I'm called upon to solve, I was beating around the bush when I should have just set it on fire. We've all fallen victim to the comparative fallacy tho, because whilst there are plenty of people who've walked harder roads, shouldered heavier loads, or pulled sharper needles from greater haystacks, the difference between perseverance and prolapse is the same regardless of whether you're a lion or a lamb; it's the weight of a single straw. 

It's no mystery why we downplay the weight we struggle to carry around - how many times have you staggered and reached out for help only to be told that other people are doing it harder? When everyone's expendable, woe betide the squeaky wheel; no one wants to get greased. 

So fuck that grinding noise, because I'm the King of So Far Tired. 

So come at me, bro, and I'll share with you the journey which brought me to this place. I'll go back and walk it through all over again with you. I'll carry what took years to accumulate all over again from the start, just so you can walk in my footsteps, and see how I did it. You can stand on my shoulders if that affords you a better perspective, and I'll carry you without a word of complaint. Then, when we find ourselves standing in the same places we do now, if you can still stand at all, and you want to tell me again how I just need to suck it up and find the strength to keep carrying it, even though it only gets heavier... 

Then I'll gift it to you; my past can be your present. You can have it all; my struggle and my crown, my weakness and my burden, my dignity and my pride; my empire of dirt. I'll take off my sandals and kneel in the dust of the holy ground before you. You can show me how weak I am, and how strong you are; you can show me how it's done. 

Because I'm burned out, and I'm bushed. 

and I'm So Fucking Tired.