There are days that it takes all I have to sit up in my bed.
I feel as though I move like a sloth or snail.
The problem is that they live their whole lives at that speed, but I don't have that luxury.
I watch as those around me climb mountains and run marathons without breaking a sweat.
I lay here wondering why I am like this, what is wrong with me?
Then I am reminded that as a child crawling was a step to learning;
it was there to teach until we could stand, walk, and then run.
So as I drag myself through life on those days I chose to learn so that I might one day walk again.