Of hardships, pushes, and some surviving ships.

Another lazy day, yet another facet of May. I've long cribbed about life's situations being hard. The last night on a hard mattress showed a few directions hitherto hidden from plain sight.

What does life have common with the one training in a gym? May be nothing, may be a veritable bling. Hardships, the mind said as a typical Eureka moment, are akin to a body builder's cramps. Ever seen one who's determined given up on cramps?

A good learning or a mere semblance of that kind; may be. But the mattress does need some fixing; don't need another hard thing in life to deal with, now.