I am a human, pushed to the outer edge. I am tired, the responsibilities piled on me. The joy is not prevalent. I flex my diaphragm and force the air into my lungs, lift my foot to take a step. I look beyond the soreness of my neck, or the pain in my back. When a moment is found, I pound my chest and look at the sky acknowledging my trainer. I am here, with a little rest I will spring to action. I will go until my human form needs rest once more.
It is not for the faint of heart, but I imagine if lived long enough, all encounter this road. And I see that all handle it the best they know how. So you see, I am no better than you, and you no better than me.