Progression is often glanced over by the hand when it's in motion. Toiling away and exhausted, the end of the tunnel feels further and further away. No need for the carpal to alert you of the pain you already feel. Then one day, you draw your own exit on the interior walls and push open the door to a new land, not the promised one. You've realized no one confirmed this is the "right way." You'll live your own life. "I'll make my own way."
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