Uninspired and that huge amount of work to overcome can be a daunting task. The need to constantly feed yourself back into the loop, as it would seem the obvious and most insightful thing to do at that moment. Since when do we do things merely because they are easy?
Through those sleepless nights, we do not choose to find peace, instead, we return to to find our own misery, through and into Death Valley. In an attempt of conquering, we fail. Though we choose to return. Our demon now becomes an familiar guest. A circle of endless misery. Grinding our motor as if it needn't need to refuel. As if we were all built with an internal cooling machine.
It is the suffer that we all go through in order to perform well. To be able to constantly turn that motor, to explicitly make a point that we are more than flesh and bones.
The well being of yourself and on the dawn of break down, that is, we know it to be the only way to tell that it is time, now, it is time. Remove yourself, declare for peace. Now is the time to put your white flag up and retreat, while this is still an option.
Your well being is in fact a true testament to living. Allowing yourself to breathe. The irony to performing well is to first learn to live.
Feed the Brain and take your eyes on a Holiday. Live. Breathe. That is, what we call inspiration.
There is only one tool that needs attention.