Let's blaze.

Here's my analogy for you today.

Life is like a fucking race. Any distance of a race, 100meters... 5000meteres, whatever you prefer. (no relevance to your life span, proportions). If you get out too hard on a race, youll burn out. Youll start gasing and shit, and youll just choke on air (or lack of air) and die.. like a little bitch. If you run too fucking slow, youll just be left behind and everyone will be like "ha-ha in your face bitch." The ultimate goal is to get the best time out of yourself......... why? If get the best time, it means you maximized every single second of your race, you live your life to the fullest. It doesn't matter how long or how little that time is as long as you know you reached deep down inside of yourself, and every second in that race you were suffering. Ultimately, that suffering will cross you through the finish line.

The tape at the end of the finish line will taste so much sweeter knowing you maximized your potential. Gasing out is for the people that are scared they wont cross the finish line with the same amount of satisfaction... little do they know, this satisfaction comes with multiple levels of hurt. Being patient, hurt.

Running a slow race is for the people too scared to risk it all (like my past entry). You must be smart and man up to the point where you embrace that pain. The thought of that, nothing is a guarenteed path toward the destination, scares people but it shouldnt scare you away to the point where you wont allow yourself to even come to arms length with the reward. Common word of advice... with all good things, comes bad.

Step out onto your track or life's canvas with a hunger in your eyes. A destination awaits you.