Success
Success has no address. No landmark. No calling card. But the path is steep. And some will take the elevator. But I will take the stairs. Some will get there faster. But I will get there stonger. And adversity will be my travelling companion. Because when I get there, I can turn to adversity and say, So long... And heave the bag of taunts and insults that I gathered along the way, And scatter them to the birds. I will miss them. But feel lighter. Yes. That will be the day. When I stand at a large bay window. And unclench my fist. For there will be no more odds to conquer. Not even in the mind.
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yashsehgal) wrote,
contemplative
