A Call To Greatness

Sometimes it keeps me up at night

Thoughts of its splendor consume my mind

I ask myself; why me?

I don’t know if I’m taking the right steps

I don’t know if I’m meeting the right people

I don’t know if this is the right time

Uncertainty creeps in like a thief in the night

Unsure of if these dreams foreshadow the future that awaits me or of if these are nothing but false prophecies devised by a treacherous imagination

I don’t know

Maybe I was wrong


I know I wasn’t wrong

There are some feelings that the most eloquent of  languages lack the words to explain

To be great is as much a burden as it is a blessing

Each day you don’t progress feels as if you are starving your soul

It pains you to know that not every one is chosen to bear this burden

Sacrifices will need to be made

Comfort zones destroyed

Harsh realities embraced

But when greatness calls

Who are you not to answer ?

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