Something to believe in...

There is truly no rest for the wicked, and if I am to retain my dreams, I have to clench my hands and hold on to them for dear life, because as each day passes by and I grow older still, life seems determined to yank them out of my grasp. Circumstances unfold and I am left with the realisation that I need to force myself to believe, because otherwise the mundane might wash over me. I've learned to enjoy the grind, and find meaning and knowledge where others might find only regret. My time will come, and when it does it shall be as glorious as ever, for I will have earned it - I will have earned it with sweat and soars, and scars and blood. I will have earned it.

To each there comes in their lifetime a special moment when they are figuratively tapped on the shoulder and offered the chance to do a very special thing, unique to them and fitted to their talents. What a tragedy if that moment finds them unprepared or unqualified for that which could have been their finest hour. Because the second you decide that what you know is more important than what you have been taught to believe, you will have shifted gears in your quest for abundance. Success comes from within, not from without. And sure it gets rough sometimes, but life isn't a fairytale. Shit happens. You fight, you scream, and somehow you work like hell to get out the other side still intact.