Every now and then, I will do this.
I will work very hard for a very long, until I cannot work anymore.
If life is a candle, I don’t just burn it at both ends; I slit the candle down the middle, sprinkle some gunpowder over it, and I set the whole thing ablaze.
Needless to say, every subsequent cycle leaves me completely spent.
And, gradually, like the eternal phoenix, I too rise from the ashes, only to set myself on fire once again.
Only, this time, I saw the end coming. I had the time to prepare. I got a chance to pause.
And for once, I did.
Now, I can take a couple of days, refresh my mind, rebuild my strength, return to the peak of my abilities—or as close to them as I can—before I resume the blaze that is my life.
Personal growth, you know.
I am quite proud.