Overcome

Sometimes you cannot overcome and you have to stop trying, stop struggling and wrestling and muscling. How weak! Weak, weak weakness. After all, though, it's better not to pretend. Here I am, up here on my throne made of styrofoam, so flimsy that I can stand on it for about half a second before it crumbles under my weight. Here I am, watch me roar, hear me dance! Let someone else do the roaring dance. Just be your small self for a while, and be happy.