We all think we're destined to be great. No one thinks he'll turn out just ok. We all fantasies about changing the world - about making a difference. But can it actually be done? Can we have an impact? Or are we condemned to be forgotten? Do we rise up to the occasion or hinder beneath our inability to face our fears. The ultimate question remains: Fight or Flight?
I want to be great. I want to make a difference. I want to change the world. What drives me is the thought of being forgotten, of vanishing, disappearing. Failure is unacceptable. I despise those who give into a life of meaningless. Choosing to be ordinary is like… choosing to be ordinary, choosing to fade away. But I guess in some strange twisted way I envy those who do. They get to just be...
I want to be great. I want to make a difference. I want to change the world. What drives me is the thought of being forgotten, of vanishing, disappearing. Failure is unacceptable. I despise those who give into a life of meaningless. Choosing to be ordinary is like… choosing to be ordinary, choosing to fade away. But I guess in some strange twisted way I envy those who do. They get to just be...
