Requiem for Reality

Ugh...these dreams have been strange lately. Weird instant messages from people that...well any way. It's times like these that always make me question reality.

So what's been going on lately?

I've been on a quest. Not to discover myself, because I feel I know myself pretty well. So that's not the problem. The problem is...I don't really know where I see myself anymore. There are all these perfect people out there in the world. They work so hard everyday, and they are just amazing people. Lawyers who give in charity to autistic homes, doctors, social workers...people my age being successful. Meanwhile, I work at some hospital doing security.

I'm not complaining at all. Understand, I respect my job and am thankful for it. I work with the local police departments on the regular. I make pretty decent money. I suppose in the end I'm as good as any of them. But I then came to a realization.

Those who want things done don't ask for it to be done, they do it. Certainly there must be some sort of argument for god givin talents with respect to succesfulness, but in addition to that there is perseverance. I must persevere. I must be successful in this venture. There is no other option. Being weak is a choice.

One either chooses to be strong in their decisions, or give in to their body as an excuse for failure. Despite how much you may want to give up because it feels better to lay in bed, take another drink etc...your giving into yourself is a choice that you make. Same as success is a choice.

Today I choose to win! I choose to succeed! The road is long and hard, but the purpose and ends are more than worth it.