Have I said how I'm dissatisfied with all the negative causality that could be associated to future workouts? Back in January, I was a star shooting across the deep of the night sky. And now, I feel...ordinary as I cling to what remains. It's really NO way of building a larger-than-life 2021. I cannot lose my mindset even in a sore and tight context.

But, what good is it to dwell on what I cannot do? Instead, I consider what I can do and dream upon the months that are ahead. While I once wrote how I would return to Facebook on February 25, I may push it back another 6 weeks. Somehow, I thought the world would be a different place by then, though I might have held loftier expectations, when clearly, the world just takes underwhelming positions. It's not that I'm stroking the fire of perfectionism, a context where I'm on fire and inviting all the thrillseekers to join me on a rollercoaster of new heights, no, I don't have all of the answers or the best of vision or the capacity to play error-free life.

I want to return to social media as the spring breeze gently caresses our faces. I do not want to emerge from the wilderness in the grasp of winter. I suspect the world is indifferent (isn't that its modus operandi), but I see my return not as an end goal, but a beginning, a beginning of what I really do long for, to Restore, Retrofit and Retrowave together! I've gotta get back into my training rhythm to have the frame of mind I need; I've gotta get back to working the bag over in my striking regimen; I've gotta feel ALIVE!

I've simply lost too much to the world. And I'm coming to get it back. I feel it coming. As it has been sung:

I'm running out of time
'Cause I can see the sun light up the sky
So I hit the road in overdrive...
...The city's cold and empty