Dear hard work,
I used to hate you. When you called my name, I ran away from you. When I knew you were coming, I used to hide from you. I made excuses to get away from you. Afraid of the pain because I didn’t want to get hurt. Afraid to fail, so I didn’t even try. And afraid of your name, because of what you’ve done to others.
Who do you think you are? Making me so afraid of who you are. Reflection in the mirror. Shadow behind me. I take one step, and you’re still ahead of me. Sweat on my face. Tears in my eyes. I keep on going, I heard you tell no lies. Is there anything you can’t do?
Failure after failure.. So close to giving up, yet so far from quitting. So this is going to be my last run. I’m giving it all I got. No more losing focus. I came this far, and I’m not stopping now.
Because of you, I have this never-losing, never-giving-up attitude. Quitting? That’s not in my vocabulary.
When they quit, I keep going. When they sleep, I work harder. When they say that I can’t, I’ll show them that I can. When I tell them about my dreams and they laugh, I’ll make sure I laugh last.
I’m a dream chaser. That means I chase MY dreams, no one else’s. Only I can defeat me. It’s me against the work I put on. There’s no losing, I will not lose.
So, hard work, I’m no longer hiding from you. Let’s make this run the last one, and never ending, till success and beyond.
In hard work, I trust.