Pulling Through, Sort Of

3 Ramadhan, 1441

Continuing to struggle with what should come easy. The month of fasting always provides a window through which one is allowed glimpses of the self that can be less than reassuring - and sometimes extremely penetrating glances that prove disconcerting in the extreme.

I suppose that accounts for the strange sense of triumph that is felt when it's over - for simply having pulled through. And also accounts for why that sense of triumph is rightfully heavily compromised. The real accomplishment lies in seeing oneself with greater clarity, thus developing greater humility - or, at least, aspiring to do so.