I am not a star. There is no halo around my head. Fate does not like the color of my eyes.
Struggle and strife are good friends of mine.
Who am I?
I am survival. I am guts. I am pride. I like odds. Especially when they are stacked against me.
Because there will come a time when I will stare them in the eye…
…and smile the smile of someone who has pulled it off.
I will be the guy who will have deep lines on his face someday. And it will make me look good when I laugh.
Because that is the day when I will fear no fear. And taste the sweat that is sweet.
And look back for the very first time and say… I did it my way.
The long, hard way.
