Slogging Through

Nothing keeps you going like knowing you can't stop.  Things will go sideways and begin to get bogged down.  There's no stopping.  Pick up what you can salvage and keep moving.

This feels like a betrayal of those gone before.  They never stopped, but with the hope they'd make it so their progeny could stop.  Certainly, we can find a way.  

But we don't.

At times, it's like going for the sake of moving.  No endgame, no real destination... just a never-ending sequence of moves.  The mind's eye sees where things end, but it's merely imaginary.