I can do toil and doggedness. I meet my own relentless failure and mediocrity day after day and yet still I persevere.

This rings true for me but reading it makes me uncomfortable. I suppose because I'm afraid I've been wasting my time with all of this creativity.

I'm reminded of that quote by Einstein,

" The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results."

I've always felt my mental health is excellent. But is it?

There is comfort in hearing of your own unfailing perseverance.

Might as well write.