Future problems solved with past mistakes. Back to back encumbrances flock to the scene of an accident waiting to happen. Nestled quietly in a din of motivation and inability to change, the warrior's residence becomes a tomb before he even realizes.
Backtrack months of progress with a single meal, and you'll see how difficult it is to reconstruct destiny after it shattered on the floor.
The body cannot maintain the simple pace and plan indicated, and rebels out of spite or other self-interests yet unknown. The mind becomes a caged animal clawing in vein at the appointed constraints and scrabbling for purchase on a Sisyphean incline of it's own making.
Weary. So very weary.
