On Behalf Of Anyone With A Job Like This

People expect us to walk in a room content with ourselves, as if every day ends in a gratifying self-pat on the back. Few understand the way our minds’ eyes keep hold of everything that shouldn’t be. We arrive at dinner with a room full of family or friends who attempt to encourage our disguised, weary physique with, “You know what you’re doing means so much. You must feel so fulfilled when you step back and soak it in.” Actually, by the end of the day we mostly see how little we’ve really done. Nine out of ten things we try fail, people yell at us, other people yell at each other, bad decisions are made, lives take negative turns, and the road to destruction seems to widen with every try. We don’t step back and soak in our sainthood, we step back and examine the day for one thing that could prove there's a chance we might win the fight. If not today, then tomorrow.

There's always tomorrow.