No rest for the wicked.

Tired legs, and forced to stand far longer than I'd rather, I continue on the path. Ultimately, ironically, the only way to ease the strain is to prolong the stress. Muscles build by breaking down, and habits are formed no differently as the prior path gives way to the new. Development is pain, and like tempered steel I must face a thousand degrees of flame to burn away the weakness and forge my brand. You learn by doing, so I must do. And though there are infinite stairs, each one I climb prepares me for the next.