- “Water continually dropping will wear hard rocks hollow.” - Plutarch
There is something to be said about the easily susceptible nature of morale. When things start going your way you feel invincible (or damn well near it) despite the risks; yet, when things go awry it becomes easy for the negative effects to compound.
These past six months have been particularly damaging to my morale; and if I were to eloquently describe how damaging, I would say they have been shit. Things have just been progressively getting worse or at best stagnant. There have been few glimmers of hope? prosperity? relief? whatever you want to call it, but they tend to fade away with my attempts to seize them.
I have found solace in a few of my friends (you know who you are), but at the time of writing this, this is not how I envisioned where I would have been (I’m sure we all have had a similar feeling at least once in our lives). I’m not exactly sure what compelled me to write this, I tend to keep my feelings internal, but I guess I am just tired of looking at myself in the mirror while slowly watching my morale wear away leaving nothing but a hollow husk behind.