Sometimes I’m really hard on myself. There is a disparity between where I am and where I want to be. I’ll never be perfect, and that’s never been my burden. I’ve always wanted to do my best. And I feel an incredible sense of satisfaction when I’ve given my best effort. When you know you’ve left it all out on the field, when you’ve given it your all, when you’ve fought till your last breath. There is a sense of peace when you live there, and I want to live there more often than not. Living there requires passion. That’s where some get lost. Not knowing what their passion is. To give your all, there has to be something that you care enough about that you’ll exhaust yourself, staying up late to get it done. You’ll wake up early to get closer to achieving it. There isn’t anything easy about it, except loving it. So, that’s what drives you to keep pressing toward it. As the apostle Paul said in Philippians 3:13, “Brothers, I do not consider myself to have taken hol
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