Too Much of a Good Thing

"The unexamined life is not worth living."

I've overdone it. The body's is now mimicking illness to trick me into resting. I've seen this ploy before, and i will not fall for it. Despite exhaustion and soreness, there is satisfaction in knowing I've crammed positive experiences into my days. Satisfaction in aiming to be a person that aligns with the values of hard work and determination. It is undeniable that my body is staging a protest. I can almost hear my muscles groaning in unison, "Give us a break!"

There's a strange sense sadistic excitement in this relentless drive. I've found joy in squeezing value out of my time, proving to myself that with enough determination, we can achieve just a little bit more. But, of course, there's a line that can be crossed and I might be getting closer to finding it.

So tonight, I'll heed the warning signs. I will rest. Not because my body demands it, but because tomorrow i want just a little bit more.