Inherent to Success


I stand in my own way. Block the gates to my own success; the Minotaur in my own maze. I everyday ready myself, gird my loins, to flank the vanguard and do battle with an over sized cyclops while I spin a web, weave excuses longer than “The Iliad”. But a passion, an emptiness, an un-ignorable hunger burrows through the core of me. It motivates each soldier and permeates every thought. It whispers through their tents at night, heard in every battle hymn. Everyday I got to war with my potential and fight for the freedoms that lie in everything I will become. So I fight… and yes, aahhh yes, there will be blood.

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