I have no interest,
To be among the top!
I desire to be at the top.
Looking with a grateful proudness...
Knowing that all it took,
Was vision.
Hunger.
Thirst.
Craving.
Sacrifice.
Temptation...
And greed!
Yes...
G-r-e-e-d! Greed.
What do you think motivation is?
Some warmed over spaghetti?
Delivered by a next door neighbor?
Well...
It isn't.
And just like those who have come to stomach success...
Yes...
One has to acquire a stomach for success.
Nibbling to be satisfied is not success.
Even from the summit...
There is observed,
Other quests testing...
To tease,
An unrest.
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