Enough

Some of these days are difficult, but I go on.  The people I call my colleagues are, by definition, complacent.  The way they use their time, where they direct their focus, is culminated into one word: wasted.  Waiting out the storm is an act of severely misguided patience.  Washing the same clothes, eating the same s**t, and running the same errands, waiting for the days to blend into each other�"predictability and normalcy.  Their lives will end�"full of stillborn potential.  In this context, I am enjoying my struggle.  I’m working towards that which these people would have never considered to be possible for them.  I know the pain will mold me into a stronger person, every single day.  I’m reveling in the strain.  Be very critical of yourself, because living a worthwhile life is critical.  You owe it to yourself to not be overlooked�"to not be dwarfed by poor circumstance.  The grandest turmoil lays the foundation for the sweetest victory�"so embrace the blind spots in your mind’s eye.  The most reasonable choice would be to take the extraordinary measure.  Stretch the extra inch, run the extra mile, and haul the extra weight.  Certainty is an illusion, and doubt is the true equalizer.  Doubt is like the fire that bends a blade, exposing vulnerability, before it is built through into a stronger form through perseverance.  Exhibit your level of execution, your undying endurance, and your stone cold resolve�"after that, your words won’t be needed.