I sometimes wonder if I'll end up totally wearied and bitter and faded and jaded and cruel by the end of it all - I don't claim to be the most patient person around, but sometimes it just gets really trying. Seeing that I'm actually considering the possibility of this happening to me just really scares me a little.
I do see the promises and the potential - but just as I too see my frailties and failures. And above all I wonder, in the end, how all this strain will end up affecting everything.
