weary hope

i do feel as though i accomplished something today. was it enough? probably not. i'm currently drenched with the feeling that it will never be enough. that each small offering is exactly that. a small offering. fairly insignificant. practically unnoticeable. and no matter how many of those i attempt, or even succeed with... they will be too few and too far between to stack into something sizable enough to truly be considered "successful". to truly be appreciated. noticed. accepted with any gratitude. each little step is simply working towards some unknown and unseen goal that, through lack of definition, can never be attained. after each step, at the end of each mile, it will still not be enough. but for today, i will rest knowing that i've at least left a footprint. and i'm pretty sure it was pointing in the right direction.