Sometimes you have a lot.

Sometimes, you are a world beater, striding forth into the day with a spring in your step and a smile for all those who approach. Your resillient glowing skin repels all.

Then sometimes that skin is easily breached. Like that footage you've seen of a cell wall punctured in micro by a glass pipette. The glass slides straight through your skin injecting an infection which releases all past fear and pain that you normally push underneath your resilience. The cell breaks down, leaving little else but doubt and sadness, and nothing to give.

Sometimes it shocks me. Sometimes I want it. Often I'm surprised by the demons' light sleep.

Some times, eh?