You see...me and you are cut from different fabric. Frankly, you ain't shit. If our lives were to be the NBA, the only thing we'd have in common would be the fact we play the same sport. We shoot at different baskets. My aim is different. Your aim is missing. Bring your A game,player, because if you don't, someone else will. You think you're the only motherfucker with problems? Struggle sees no skin color, creed, location, or whatever god you believe in. Hustle rewards those who endure. There are 7.7 billion people on this earth with more heart and fight to get what's theirs. You still ain't doing nothing except breathing and supplying carbon dioxide to plants and trees who are probably working harder than you. And them niggas don't even move. You're kind of like that equation in freshmen physics: U = mgh. You're nothing, but POTENTIAL ENERGY. You're at the top baby. The higher you are, the more potential to convert yourself to KINETIC ENERGY, right? You studied that shit. Get it moving. So why are you hesitating? Oh you're back hurts? I thought you pledged homie.
"Excuses are tools of the incompetent, based upon mountains of nothingness. Those who use them rarely succeed and DIE."
Listen, you're in your twenties. They say this is the most crucial time of your life. Unfortunately, there are those who prioritize buying expensive ass clothes and the hottest shoes. You keep it simple. There are those who are willing to memorize the date of a Jordan release, but can't remember the last thing they learned in school. You, my friend, think different. You see shit differently. You want more because there is a world beyond your doormat. You want more because you haven't made it yet. I mean, you haven't TRULY made it yet. Be the man when you are legit. There's no time for BS. No time to mingle with a mami's heart just yet. Save your mind, your heart, and your soul elsewhere.
You know that feeling when you see your peers have made it and you're not there with them? Remember that and let it burn inside. No more excuses man. What are you scared for?
GO AND GET YOURS!
*turns away from mirror*
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