"The night is darkest just before dawn ..."
Batman "The Dark Knight" Christopher Nolan
There are only two months to the fateful moment and darkness covers all. Demotivation, the lack of inspiration, fear and hopelessness. We all began this race with dreams and hopes for adolescent and sweetened the tone so beloved of television producers, but we are gradually learning the hardness of the profession. First they tell us we are special, we are the elite and we are the future, and so swollen with pride and we are thrown forward into the trench with a charger and no gun, which soldiers in St. Petersburg. By now the mud blinds us and prevents us from seeing the light of day. We do not know why we started this, and do not know what is really the goal and ignore if we are to rise to the occasion. Moreover, we do not know if we are to live up to the circumstances, because that does nothing but throw more mud on our heads.
In our cells without guard our conscience and our dreams, we wake up every morning with coffee, cookies and a mountain of knowledge a priori possible, a posteriori tears in rain. All the words memorized and wrote in the sand from our memory, are erased by the cruelty of the waves, and when we face the painful confession every Saturday until the sins are not committed, who are the majority.
Days on which a call is a world in which any goal you away a tear, in which the worst joke of the world makes you suffer laces even the next day. Days on to climb five points is not significant and dropped one is a flop. Days in which sand grains are Everests and centimeters parsecs. Days when you need to remember why you're here, submitting to this Spartan discipline, and forget those sad tables that tell you you'd better spend on something else, that however much tightening will not get covered.
need to remember who I am and why I am fighting ...
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