Oh what I would give to be the kind of man who throws himself at a task and stops at nothing until he has met his goals.
What I would give to stand up each day and ignore the distractions that I subscribe to, the torturous boredom of a thousand creative minds injected into a medium of waste and mediocrity. Yet I fall into those ranks, and consume the inedible.
If I could be that man, that man who does, my world would have changed so much already.
But I am not that man.
But I will be.