The mundanity of stress

Being in debt is a strange thing. Atleast in the way it's come to us. Life goes on, I work each day the same as before, but everyday it always feels like it's never enough.

Perhaps this is what persistence hunting feels like. It feels like there's a slow but ever approaching presence behind me, and I keep on walking but I can never tell how many steps it's taken for each of my own.

I wake up. I go to work. Rinse and repeat, and it takes another step closer.