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Adversity sucks. There isn't any other way to put it. Every day is a struggle and a fight, and you just have to man up (or clit up if you are female) and endure it and overcome.

I have adversity in my life right now. I am enduring a crucible of suffering like none before. But I am trying my best to get through it. This is because I don't have any other options. I have to do this.

You can endure anything if the payoff is worth the sacrifice. I am becoming intimately acquainted with pain in various forms. Pain is your friend. People are stunned when I say that, but they shouldn't be. Pain is the indicator that something is wrong, and it motivates us to make it right. To that extent, I am a highly motivated individual these days. The pain is my fuel for being.

I tell people all the time that people respond less to motivation than they do to irritation. Motivation is where you pursue a positive reward. Irritation is where you move to avoid a negative stimulus. It is very hard to get a person to leave a comfy couch, but they do it easily when that couch is set on fire.

In my situation, the adversity I am enduring makes me do things I wouldn't normally do. I am struggling and being patient as I attempt to move from one state of being to another. Is it worth it? Hell yeah, it is worth it. In this situation, I have both motivation and irritation spurring me on.

One of the things that is nagging at me lately is my reduced writing output. I have a backlog of essays and fiction that I want to write. You never get to a state of done when it comes to writing. There are always more things to write, and I have never run out of writing projects in my life. Writing takes a lot out of you, but you just have to get it done.

I have been having fun making my art lately, and I have amassed a huge collection on my hard drive of c-art. The thing that is surprising to me is that I actually like looking at some of the things I have made. I can't draw for shit, but I do love colors and color combinations. The result of that work is that I now put together some decent eye candy. I doubt I will ever be mistaken for Picasso, but I like making art. It taxes the brain in a distinctly different way than writing. I can only write for about four hours before exhaustion settles in. It isn't like this with art. I can keep churning it out piece after piece. Clearly, the visual takes less effort than the verbal.

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