It speaks of a universal human trauma that everyone, without exception, has - the trauma of the finitude of life. And during this life, one has to do a lot of things. So much to do that you can't see or hear life itself behind the work. And it is absolutely necessary to do this, to bleed from the nose as necessary. To become, to achieve, to reach, to jump, to press, to break.
The severity of this "should" destroys our bodies, bones, and tissues prematurely. It makes us weak and sick. And sometimes we cry because we are powerless and tired of it. How we would like to just sit by the window and watch the snow fall, or the wind rolling the leaves on the ground, or the people walking from the field.
When we have cried a lot and have been cleansed by being strict with ourselves, we will come to be gentle with ourselves and allow ourselves to rest. And what is due to us will be given to us.