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Success looks awkward to me because I have no idea what it looks like. Is it supposed to feel a certain way.
Will I want for something that I have never wanted for before? Or see something magical that I could not have seen otherwise?
I am surrounded by lost hopes and dreams and at the same time watching them struggle to come to grips on where they are. What decisions did they make to arrive here. They were youth filled with certainty wrapped in an uncertain world.
Principle will endure but success will tear through everything like water crashes against and therefore shaping the rock.
Success is my will placed on the work through my hard work and sweat, my full measure of sacrifice will come when I know not who I was but who I am now.
That success is not something I seek but something that is inside of me. I am success. So if you want to know what success looks like, look at me.
