Continuing when adversity is physical; though difficult certainly in its own right, doesn't hold a candle to the mountains, valleys, and storms life will hit you with.
"Civilized" problems seem to sometimes have a way of being monumental to those who have attained something of a mastery of the physical and psychological matters handled outside the "Matrix" of a society we find ourselves in here. In the throws of a third world hell hole the question is merely life or death; "how are we getting home?" Not, "how do we keep our home HOA compliant?"... You speak of these things to someone who's only experience is first world living, and the mix of emotion that washes over them as they try not to step in any piles of discomfort throughout the conversation is oddly amusing (probably unhealthily so, but I digress). Then in stark contrast, they'll speak of monotonous patterns of a seemingly vanilla life and one can only wonder "how long before this guy goes on a bender?" because no man could truly live that way. Existing in this paradigm, where the stakes are low, but the demands are high, is exhausting.
Well written. All we can do is keep going. I deal with injuries and pain of war. Days I want to quit. But I see the love in my woman’s eyes. And like you I keep going. Screw mediocrity I keep going to give her the life she so deserves. Because I know in this life I deserve nothing. But the failure I have accomplished.