Prayer of a Hustler
Because an idle mind is the Devils work shop, I made my mind an open field where creativity is always active. Because there is no food for a lazy man, my fingers have gone numb in an attempt to put food on the table.
But I desire more that food. More than a chilled glass of water to quench my thirst. More than a place to lay my head. More than a flashy car to show off with.
My desires are beyond normal. The fire of my passion ever blazing, stronger than any extinguisher.
I want to make the Atlantic Ocean my jacuzzi. The moon my chill spot. Mount everest my lowest point of takeoff, and the rainbow my place of meditation.
I work hard, I work smart, but the closer I get to a point of redemption, the farther my dreams disperse from reality. “I give up”. Can’t even count how many times I’ve said those words. But deep down I know that every defeat is an opportunity for a great comeback.
So I pick up the lessons from my fall, and start the journey afresh. The journey of life is unending, and leads to many path.
I have decided to set my desires aflame and follow the path of my passion.
Though the path seems blurry, with thorns piercing me from every side. I say to myself, “Today’s scar is tomorrow’s success story” .
So I reassure myself by focusing on the light at the end of the tunnel
