It's only February but..

Life nowadays is like being on a treadmill. It's constant running with no destination or end in sight. I can't rest, I can't stop. Sometimes I wonder why I am doing this but such self doubt rarely lasts more than a few seconds; fatigue takes over from there pretty fast. Everyday I look forward to the weekend. At the end of the weekend I would look forward to the next. And at the end of four weeks there is the paycheck. And it makes everything a little more bearable.