Poetry

Ambition

3/11/14

I hate this feeling of being incompetent, insignificant, weak.
Not making enough of myself, lacking to acquire the near satisfaction of my desired fulfillment. This feeling of not outbursting a comet, or glazing brighter than a star, this feeling of failing to be an onrush of driven dreams excelling through the impossible; unable to cling onto the walls of accomplishment.

Yet, I lack the determination, dedication or discipline to outperform others. That just shows how counter-intuitive I am.

I do not want to be just successful, neither do I want to be afraid of failure. I want to reach the point of greatness where my only fears are being overwhelmingly powerful, beyond measure. I want to achieve the glory of accomplishing something no being that has ever set foot on Earth has ever accomplished. Ultimately, I want to spark a new legend, a legacy that would be brought into countless generations in the future.

Despite all the potential effort, do I have what it takes to achieve my dreams? I don't know. Will I give it my all? Certainly. I would usually be accustomed to believe that if one sincerely puts in every ounce of effort from the edges of their souls, they would definitely fulfill their desires. But in this unbalanced realism, the game of dice is at random. Some people are simply just more blessed into doing certain things more so than others.

"Life is like a gamble, you may not be able to choose the cards you are dealt with, but the actions towards it will be taken by the hands of your very own demise."