Last night after the gym I had a moment. In between the pain of hunger and the pain of sore muscles I wrote something down. For me written words have held such an importance in my life I use them to motivate myself. I read it this morning and I thought it would be cool to share.
I can

I'm tired of being told that its too hard or that for some twisted reason that I can't. Why can't I? Why must another preach about about hard work and sacrifice and about dedication. They think I don't have what it takes to give it my best. To lay my heart and soul on the line.
The sun doesn't shine for just a precious few. The rain doesn't just fall on the weak and timid. Life isn't easy. Life is living each and every day on the brink of breaking. Pushing ourselves to the limits of our minds hearts and bodies. To achieve greatness I must be willing to die for it. To climb out of hell one bloodied fingernail at a time. To deal with pain that may be unbearable and unimaginable. To tell whatever Gods may be that I am unconquerable. I can and
I WILL