… growth process is often not at the end.
It started from a strange relief, after cycles of dreaded torment, down decades, got stronger and worse, till fatigue and burnout made one feel numbed and restored alike, with endless stacks of backlogs, procrastination, and continuing to fall even further behind.
Then it again mattered no more. We're all going to die anyway. But until that moment comes, there're so many more boring essential things left to do. And if you give up going to the toilet, eventually your bladder will loosen its sphincter, your bowels lose stool control.
So whatever, you have to do the inevitable. Then the wondrous sensations of accomplishment come in. So it's get one thing done after another, both in fear and favour, getting more devoid of either peak and put as you age further. Becoming an undulating plateau.
And the victory of living, lived, is all that stands forever across the ages, to forget and vanish by the third generation.