Sometimes I wonder, why am I working so hard? Why is there a constant drive within me that always seems to propel me towards a final destination? And what destination will that be? Beats me.
It’s a burning desire to attain victory and relish in the sweet success whenever I’m being confronted with a seemingly impossible task. The word “impossible” just pulls me in like bees to honey all the time. I guess it’s like love - knowing that it may sting at the end of the day and lose it all, it’s still worth it to give it a try. It’s not the end results that counts, it’s the process.
And here I am, always trying my best to bask in the experiences of overcoming tough obstacles. Now then, in response to my previous question regarding my never-ending perseverance to achieve success at the end of the road. I guess it’s the process of working hard to obtain recognition and memory. No pain, no gain. I don’t want to just obtain a grade that justifies my hard work. I want to accumulate the sense of personal satisfaction and pride that comes along with a high level of effort.
I want to be proud of myself. I want the memories to keep. The memories of working towards a fulfilling goal.
Life is short. Why waste the time doing half-hearted work when you can give it your all? Why let a minute pass as it is when you can make every minute count? With this mindset, it’s no wonder that I’ve turned out to be a hardcore mugger. I don’t want to waste this opportunity to be a better me. The process of being hardworking is an electrifying process. I just have to remind myself to enjoy it.
You can do it. Believe in yourself.
If I had climbed all the way to the top because I believed I can, what has happened to me to make me stop believing myself anymore? Because results have proved this way? If that is so, why then does everyone believe I can?
Step by step I fall. Bit by bit I pulled myself up. And then, I fell once again. If all these is a physical exercise, I’ll probably be one of the fittest person on earth.
Have never accepted the notion that we have to accept how it is like. Have never gave in to what life has dealt me with. Call me rebellious, but I just don’t do well with predetermination of what life has in store for me. I guess I liked my spunk and this is exactly what got me so far.
Now, am I ready to take on this challenge again? Lost in the sea of reality, I lost sight of what I wanted to achieve and who I wanted to prove to. Is it really those who belittled me? Or is it myself all along? Maybe up till this moment, I’m just not agreeable with what how life been like for me.
I’m going against life.
I refuse to accept that life is unfair and adapt to it. I want to prove to the world that we are bigger than life and we can change the kind of life we live.
Yes, my dear. Time to rebel again. If you fail, climb up and try again. No one said it was easy. It’s just that no one was strong enough to try and persevere till the end.