I realize that I must be patient. If I have patience, good things will come. I've seen what my future is, and it's nothing but good. It's the getting there -- the wait -- that is a struggle. It's hard to be reminded of what I don't have every day. Instead of focusing on what I do have, I worry about what's not there. I know it's only a matter of time ...
I'm not big on second chances. I know you don't often get them in life, so when you do, you grab onto them and you don't screw them up because while second chances are rare, third time chances just don't really exist.
I'm focused on that mission. Doing things in certain steps. I don't have time for decoration or cheap games. I don't have time to tip toe around people. I care about my friends, but if any of them decide to act like pricks, I'll drop them like a diseased goat. I can do this mission alone and probably will at some point, and that will be okay because the outcome is worth it.
I guess the question is: How much am I willing to lose to get what I want?
The answer is: Nearly everything. Nearly. To lose too much dooms the future. Nearly everything ... and I think it is starting.