One of these days I’m gonna walk up ans say, “you’re nothing like me”.
I work, hard. I challenge myself to find a better self. Every day.
I think about what you might think, before I make my move.
Not to optimize my outcome.
But ours.
Why won’t you see it?
Why do you choose to self-maximize but not turn in, to realize.
I was like you. Once.
And still am.
But I wake up and choose to try harder today.
And when I fail: to be better tomorrow.
I am more ashamed of my successes than failures
Because only one will drive me onward.
Character is bred in the dungeons of our minds
Tempered by the fires of our burning self-critiques,
and brought to light each day, more complete.
