On the way of up-hill
Last half of the week, I sometimes almost can't help crying out loud.
Also, sometimes I notice that I'm mumbling something like "I'm going to die."
Since I began to post here every day, I have been keeping on writing about this mental state when I'm tired.
Today, however, I recalled one interesting thing.
This tendency of behavior of my tongue that I have stated in the beginning reminds me of when I was jogging or bicycling uphill hoping to reach the pass.
When I'm on the way of uphill, I often scream, and even I say to myself something like that "I'm going to die". Having said that, it doesn't me I'm unhappy there, even though climbing hill is so hard that I can't help screaming and sometimes screaming something about death. It's just that it's so tough that I shout out loud. It make me breathless, but strangely, this hard uphill work even make me kind of happy, with a feeling that overcoming this situation.
In this week, I may have said to myself that "I'd rather die", although it isn't what I really wanted. It reminded me, today, of hard work of climbing uphill and the state of mind of hill climbing.
Although I haven't been so physically tired, I'm feeling a sense of achievement similar to a hill climbing is over, once I have noticed the similarity.
In the coming week, I probably continue to have to fight with ups and downs of mind through my daily work during weekdays. Remembering the joy of tackling with an uphill perhaps helps me with fighting with mental distresses comparing to hard work of climbing a hill by bicycle.
Also, sometimes I notice that I'm mumbling something like "I'm going to die."
Since I began to post here every day, I have been keeping on writing about this mental state when I'm tired.
Today, however, I recalled one interesting thing.
This tendency of behavior of my tongue that I have stated in the beginning reminds me of when I was jogging or bicycling uphill hoping to reach the pass.
When I'm on the way of uphill, I often scream, and even I say to myself something like that "I'm going to die". Having said that, it doesn't me I'm unhappy there, even though climbing hill is so hard that I can't help screaming and sometimes screaming something about death. It's just that it's so tough that I shout out loud. It make me breathless, but strangely, this hard uphill work even make me kind of happy, with a feeling that overcoming this situation.
In this week, I may have said to myself that "I'd rather die", although it isn't what I really wanted. It reminded me, today, of hard work of climbing uphill and the state of mind of hill climbing.
Although I haven't been so physically tired, I'm feeling a sense of achievement similar to a hill climbing is over, once I have noticed the similarity.
In the coming week, I probably continue to have to fight with ups and downs of mind through my daily work during weekdays. Remembering the joy of tackling with an uphill perhaps helps me with fighting with mental distresses comparing to hard work of climbing a hill by bicycle.
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