Go Out Hard And Finish

Most Dreams Die A Slow Death. They're Conceived In A Moment Of Passion, With The Prospect Of Endless Possibility, But Often Languish And Are Not Pursued With The Same Heartfelt Intensity As When First Born. Slowly, Subtly, A Dream Becomes Elusive And Ephemeral. People Who've Lost Their Own Dreams Become Pessimists And Cynics. They Feel Like The Time And Devotion Spent On Chasing Their Dreams Were Wasted. The Emotional Scars Last Forever.

If It Comes Easy, If It Doesn’t Require Extraordinary Effort, You’re Not Pushing Hard Enough. It’s Supposed To Hurt Like Hell.

As Long As My Heart's Still In It, I'll Keep Going. If The Passion's There, Why Stop?

I Run With A Credit Card And A Cell Phone, So When There Is Not A 7-eleven Around, Like Some Of The Country Roads Out There, I Can Get Him To Deliver A Pizza To Me. And I Kind Of Give Them A Coordinate, A Corner.

Regardless Of How Distant Your Dreams May Seem, Every Second Counts.