Friday, April 20, 2012
Dear Hard work,
I used to dislike you. Not in my work life, but when it came to working out, eating right, and achieving a healthier, fitter body. When you called my name I ducked away from you. When I knew you were coming I used to hide from you. When you had others talk to me I used to make excuses to get away from you. Afraid of the pain, afraid of failing. Who are you to make me afraid of you? Reflection in the mirror, shadow behind me, I take one step and you're still ahead of me. Sweat in my face, tears in my eyes. You tell no lies. You turn the poor to rich, F's to A's. Is there anything you can't do?
Now look at me. You made me who I am today. Because of you I have this never giving up attitude.
Quitting? That's not in my vocabulary. When they quit? I keep going. When they say I can't, I show them I can. When I tell them of my dreams and they laugh? I laugh last.
I'm a dream chaser. That means I chase my own dreams and no one else. Only I can defeat me. It's me against the work you put on me. There is no quitting. Quitting? I will not quit.
I came this far and I am not stopping now.
Oh hard work, my Dad was right about you; you do pay off. Because of that, I love you. I'm no longer hiding from you. I'm waiting for you. I need you.
Based on this video: http://www.cutandjacked.com/Vi
Your body will last you a lifetime, so how do you want to live in it?