It's selfish of me to NOT keep trying, and I KNOW it. However, it appears as though the blue skies are taunting me. I'm being blinded by the sun and choked by the air. I often cite and repeat encouraging sayings for others, but I never imagined that they are created specifically for my use. It could be that I don't allow myself to believe in self-help models or that I don't believe I should have ever been born in the first place. What I do know is that the agreement that has been written for me is absurdly lengthy and contains an excessive number of stipulations. Since Rosetta Stone was not bestowed upon me in the womb, I must now comply with my end of the agreement and stay alive at all means necessary.A joke, perhaps? A joke on me? Are they making fun of me? Will the humor cease if I stop? Will they continue to laugh?