Why must I do something that I do not like to do. Why am I forcing myself to do it even though I know it is beneficial on the outside but inside it does not really matter.

Why do I have to be so concerned over such little things that might not mean anything to anyone;

But means a lot to me.

Escaping from something that I'm afraid of.

Or rather face it. Grin and bear.

Many times I tell myself to just go.
GO.

And when I finish each day, I give myself a pat on the back and congratulate myself, for doing something which is incorrect and yet theoretically correct.

Is that the way of life?

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