No success is created,
Without failure to face.
Or making mistakes.
To acknowledge them and recognize.
Too many rather hide and lie to themselves.
Disappointments are a part of life.
To stumble and fall to crawl to get back up,
With a standing tall...
Is a sign of someone already a winner.
And that one with a certain flair in their strut,
May have visited to sit in a few gutters.
Anyone who has made efforts,
To endeavor with obstacles to rid...
With wounds and anguish no one sees,
Did it to do to overcome fear and self doubt.
To know from experience...
Anything else sought to make success easier,
Only invites excuses, alibis and denial.
With that to hear from others on a daily basis.
Getting over oneself,
To leave that kind of ego behind...
Is the best solution one can find,
With a taking of steps away from delusion.
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