When I heard," in my blood" for the first time, it was two in the morning and between jumbled thoughts and panic over choosing procrastination above ambition, I found myself living through those words. But then I realized, my ancestors have done remotely everything to prove that it was in their blood to give up. And 'I' felt wrong, as if that tiny thought had ripped me off my motivation.
But then I realized something, that my blood is entirely mine, it flows through my body and is mine in the most intimate of ways.
In my blood is ambition, grit, courage and everything else that I decide to put in it, it belongs entirely to me.
