Here we are, another day lost forever to the sands of time at the hands of ReactJS. Each day that melts off the calendar we drift further and further from safe harbors and deeper and deeper and deeper into the endless abyss. Will this journey ever conclude? Will we ever reach the land of milk and honey or are we cursed to be tossed about in the tempest to the taunts of the hourglass? In these moments the will becomes weak, the mind begins to wander. To ask the questions and peer into the darker corners of conciseness we would rather not acknowledge.
Have we made a huge mistake? What are we even doing here? Is the juice worth the squeeze? We felt confident and on course but a few short weeks ago. It felt like a different world then, filled with light and promise. The light was a false idol, a trick played by that which wishes to do us great harm. A perfectly laid trap of hubris for the overconfident.
The world we find ourselves in today is a much darker place. The darkness creeps and becomes all enveloping. Struggling, we search desperately to find the pinhole of light that may act as our guide to a better space. Grasping at lifelines we futilely thrash about, the braided rope slipping through our callused, weary grasp.
ReactJS is not a merciful creature. The process will be drawn out. Each blow felt deeply in our core. It rattles the mind. There is no way around this. In our less proud moments we pray death comes swiftly. For the struggle to conclude. It would be so easy to surrender, to lay down and allow the darkness to wash over.
In these, the darkest hours, we discover who we really are. The veils we wear, the people we pretend to be are of no use here. The choices are put plainly before us. To give in to the overwhelming feelings of doubt and despair, to let the darkness in, or to instead lean into the challenge, to fight back and rebuke the encroaching darkness. To press on, into the unforgiving maw.
To submit is death, so we must press on. We must, we must, we must at all costs march forward. For on the other side there is light, there is vindication. Victory. It will not be easy. The cost will be high. There are no alternatives. We must press on, we must never give in, we must never surrender.
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