An old song by the band, U2, an oldie but a goodie, as they say.
Sometimes we feel that way, we’re going as fast as we can to keep up, but only just staying in the same place.
Sometimes we do the best we can and it falls short; sometimes it’s chronically short; sometimes it’s terminally so. Terminally so.
And it is in the crucible, this struggle, this place is the very fountain source of grit; to persevere even though it is hard; to carry on because you know it’s the right thing to do, striving for improvement, striving, ever striving,