WE ARE NOT EQUIPMENT; WE ARE NOT ROBOTS; WE ARE PEOPLE

When are we going to figure out that we are human beings, not droids that can just keep on and on and on? 

I am not innocent here.  God knows I've put in monstrous hours doing the job so that the job would GET done.  Because the job has to be done and somebody has to do it. 

That, my friend, translates to the people who WILL do it end up being the ones who HAVE to do it - or it won't get done at all ... and some things just flat out can NOT be left undone. 

It's all well and good for me to realize that I have almost killed myself on more occasions than I care to think about too deeply - getting the job done because I CAN and I WILL. 

That's me, and those days, for me, are pretty much history. 

When I see young people I care about doing the same thing, it just makes me mad. 

Not at THEM, mind you, because ... well because they are the ones who CAN and WILL.  But I know the price they have to pay and it hurts me deep inside.  If I could, I would step in and do it for them - but I can't and that too pains me. 

Venting is good for a person they say, so this ought to do me some good. 

It hasn't worked yet as I am still angry at the situations that come up in our lives which require us to go that extra mile.  Mile and a half.  Two or three or a hundred miles sometimes. 

We drive ourselves so far beyond the breaking point that we lose sight of the fact that there even WAS a point where we could have and should have said NO. 

Ach. 

That's enough of that topic. 

I have a portrait to finish.