Moon and Stars

You know, I never said I was amazing at anything. 

But, by god, I'm pretty good at somethings. And I have ambitions and dreams that need to be fulfilled..

. to take over the medical mission. 

This is what I'm supposed to do. I'm supposed to take into my hands and make it bigger, better. I'm supposed to dedicate my life to it, and grind myself away into dust, to use it as a tool to help thousands and then pass it on. 

And I have a lot of smaller goals off to the side. Goals that, I realized, all stem off this one. 

I want to be a lawyer, why? Money. Influence. The chance to take that degree, step into the ring at the Philippines, and make a serious difference. I want to be mayor. I want to be in the line of fire and I want to gun down corruption. I want to make to make the Philippines a daisy crown and take it on picnics, I want to solve all it's problems. 

I want to win at college. I want to be the very best. I want to be ambitious and motivated and amazing in every way. I want to write for the paper, I want to host charity events, I want to succeed. 

I want to be a martial artists. I want to be strong, fast, quick, confident. I want to be physically ground into the dust, chewed up, spit out and then brush the blood, spit, and sweat off, get up, and kick some a*s.

Martial arts should be the living metaphor of my motivation, my oath to succeed. I have dreams, I have ambitious, I have drive. I won't fail.