"Those moments are fleeting… They are few and far between. But shit, we’re all human. Sometimes, it is completely unavoidable. On occasion we must ask ourselves, “Why?” “Why do I do this to myself?” “Why fucking bother?” It is not normal or natural or openly accepted to strive to be more. That sentiment is universally applicable. Being exceptional, or extraordinary (just look at the construction of that word: extra-ordinary) takes sacrifice and has consequences and sometimes seems like more fucking trouble than it is worth. Somedays, I’ll lay in bed barely able to breathe from practically force-feeding myself… Other times, the alarm clock will be screaming incessantly as I lay motionless, drained and aching from another extreme workout. When I’m driving to work, after staying up most of the night doing a little extra, paying my dues working on a personal project after working all day instead of just laying on the couch with my hand on the joystick. These are the times I ask myself “Why, G? What is the point?” The point is that there is only one life that we are each blessed with, once chance to push your chips to the center of the table and beat the fucking house. You either take down the mark or you are one yourself. I haven’t the energy or the inclination to pity myself in moments when I feel the effects of being a mortal making a swipe for immortality. I will only allow those feelings for those who waste their gifts or for those too blind to see the potential that comes with each new day."