I am exactly what I don't want to be. Isn't it sad?

I used to have a fire that can light up the whole plain. Then it reduced to just a fire seed. With wind, it can still fire up pretty fast and well. But now, I only got some harmless sparks. Sparks you can diminish by simply blowing at them.

Should I openly admit that I have failed or continue to do something that will lead me to no where. When is the good timing to concede? Life may be a journey only when you have a pleasant one. If all you feel is torture and dragging pains how can you call it a journey?

What to expect and what to prepare. It already started but where to end?

No one to blame but myself afterward. Sad.