Wolves Riding Bears.

I constantly feel, in many aspects of my life, that I am lowering myself in several aspects of my life, and when I say several, I more specifically mean, too many. It is like I am making do with what I have, despite the clear lack in quality; eventually, after being acustom to that kind of low quality, you eventually misremember what certain feelings and brilliances actually are and you begin to think you feel certain emotions for certain things, because you try and remind yourself that where the bad lies, the good must too somewhere, and you modestly convince yourself that it's you and not the world. But the reality is that you are surrounded by less than brilliant products of reality and you are merely stooping; stooping to exist.
What can you do; opt out of life and not participate? People would think things if you were to do that. Besides, we all have commitments we've constrained ourselves to, each as listless as everything else. To not continue with them would be seen as ridiculous. They are like ongoing train rides; eventually you might end up at a stop that shows promise, but that is a rarity. So you stay on, holding the strap coming from the roof. Eventually, it gets a bit too much and you sit down and immerse yourself in your own self pity, before resigning to rise again. Occasionally you might throw yourself at the door and bang on it and scream "LET ME OUT! PLEASE! I HAVE SO MUCH TO GAIN FROM LIFE!" But the train can do nothing but carry you along and you've got to hope that some day, it'll stop at a stop that you want to go to and you know that you will benefit from. Until then, you will stay on the train.
Stooping. And making do.