Committed

Success looms.

It taunts me from the not too distant future.

Chanting at me.

Singing little ditties at me.

Something to the effect of:

“All you got to do is work hard and be mo-ti-va-ted and full of e-ner-gy, then you’ll get what you wa-ant!”

All in a sing-song voice.

Bastard.

I know what I need to do.

There’s just so much of it.

So much dedication needed.

But no.

None of that negative shit.

I got this.

I know I do.

We all do if we want it bad enough.

And boy, do I want it.