I don't stop when I'm tired.

Each March, I think it's the craziest and the toughest I've ever experienced in my five years in Fuji Xerox.

And maybe I'm not wrong. 

What with the crazy targets and tough customers and work clashing with my hectic school schedule and deadlines and running on 3 hours of sleep a night for a week at a time, I sometimes feel like throwing my hands up in the air and giving up. 
Or sitting down to bawl my eyes and heart out.  
Or lying down and not doing ANYTHING, at all. 

But after the initial friendly sparring which has culminated into a grand 5-round MMA battle between my tired and pessimistic realist and the eternal positivist of a subconscious inside of me, full of hard punches and kicks and narrow escapes from triangle chokes... 

The fighter spirit of my subconscious is winning.  

And with just one last freaking day to the end of March work-wise, I have 19 short more hours to make that final sprint to the finishing line.  

The hand of the clock is moving too fast, even while I think it is moving too slowly.

And I've realized one thing - When there's nothing to lose, you just give everything you've got.

I'm not gonna stop fighting till it's over. 

And it's not over till I say it's over.