Pursuit

The pursuit of a dream, that quest to bring a vision into the light. Mold into it form. Breathe into it life. Difficult. Tiresome. Arduous. A venture for the strong of heart and mind. Don't get me wrong, depression and anxiety slips into the conscious grey and evokes insanity from time to time. The fight continually rages. One side fires with negative self-talk, depression, anxiety, mind numbing distractions, and unrelenting doubt. How can I go on with such shit? Ah, but the other side responds with prayer, mantras, cups of tea or coffee, the kind words of a friend, a positive review, the love of a child, a wife. To whom shall I listen? Compulsion compels me to obsess--negative or good--it matters not. Obsess. Obsess. Obsess. Until it's complete. When victory is assured. Only then can we rest. But briefly. For another project looms.