Sunday, August 26, 2012

Eight Seconds

Ride it out. Grim advice when you are considering your own life. I am much closer to the finish line, MUCH closer, than I am to the starter's gun. And what I have is not even close to what I wanted.
But I have to ride it out. Too much invested to give up now.
Like sitting on a bull trying to hang on for the full eight seconds.
Broken ribs, missing teeth and bloodied hands.
And eight seconds to prove myself.

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