It’s just us, right?
Let’s get real.
I have many, many days, when I just don’t feel like it.
There are periods when I look around the gym and say, “Fuck this place.”
More times than not, I get up and give the day everything I have, and in return, I receive absolutely nothing.
Some days feel one step forward, but most feel two steps back.
Occasionally, I think to myself, “Why the hell am I doing this shit?”
It is said, we men are only allowed to feel anger and content, which translates to, “I’m mad, and I’m fine.”
But you know, just as I do, that inside we feel it all.
Fear, doubt, stress, worry… sadness.
Like you, I have my moments, and then,
I remember.
I remember that Gotham needs me.
I remember my God, and how he commanded me to be strong and courageous, and to not be discouraged, and how he will be with me wherever I go. I remember that my suffering must not be in vain. I remember the evidence. I remember that I’m so fucking close. I remember…
That I’m HIM.
BE GREAT OUTCHEA
WALT FACTUAL
