I’m from a city where timing means everything.
You can miss your chance at greatness by mere seconds,
If you aren’t prepared for it.
The most endearing part about this place is how often you’ll be told you cannot do something,
That your dreams are too unrealistic – too far fetched
They’ll tell you to take the easy way out, to be satisfied with mediocrity.
That flying freely through the air isn’t meant for kids that look like you,
Because the odds have proven time and time again that you’re not supposed to be here..
The truth is,
Time has never been in my favor until I decided that it should be,
Until I can no longer ignore the adrenaline growing under my skin
Until the obsession with doing the impossible became of a bearing
Until every fall started to feel less like a wound
and more like an embrace..
– Not my thought
Talk is Cheap
It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives...