We must push despite the pain that punishes.
I just glanced at all my books and degrees and a sense of being defective came over me because I have yet to achieve the thing for which my heart bleeds. It was insulting because I've been seeking since adolescence to be a presence in life. Thus far, though, no one knows I'm here. Sometimes I even doubt my own presence, at least until I experience resistance from being. Only then am I reminded that I am grounded herein, often to my chagrin.