Aha. Another opportunity to write a point of view and feeling from my own perspective. Here we go. Stubborness [spoiler]Only appearing visible to me in certain moments, these little bouts are quite something. Usually occurring when I'm down and out for the count, and I feel as if I can't be arsed to do it anymore, they don't lift me up, or put me down exclusively. It's a very quiet, personal moment for me that happens in the span of only a few seconds. But it's enough to ignite a will that surprises me, upon reflecting on it. The circumstance for this particular event today, was a fall. A trip as my legs, although careful in their steps, lost footing on the slick of tree branches. A drop of a chainsaw by reflex so as not to potentially hurt anything, and down I went, a tumble off a pile roughly 10 feet high, into the dirt. An emotional blow to my already crippled mood for the day, and a very real physical feeling of air escaping lungs as it was knocked out forcefully, and the telltale feeling of an old acquaintance of mine, running all across my back. A pivotal moment where I silently ask and particularily enjoy the notion, of just not giving a shit and calling quits. And then it happens. I feel the dirt in my fingers, feel the soft warm ground I lay on, and I stop. Rest a moment and catch some air. And then I stand up again. I know full well the pain that will no doubt bug and plague me. I know how much and how, so easily, I could just pack up and call it a day. But I remember that I came out here for a reason. It was never for myself. It was for somebody else. And I see the challenge. Almost as if it were a mocking blow to test my patience and mood, as if it were already not visibly upset. I see the challenge at hand, and all I have for a conclusion is a very simple answer, that means everything to me. "No."[/spoiler]