Every day I wake up, I hear something...whispers, fights, grunts, wishes, wind and stadium crowds in my head...not this exactly...but something like this.
I hear a very loud conversation between My Head - My Heart - My Soul
Sometimes my head yells louder. Silencing the others.
Sometimes my heart wins. Pulling and calling me to do.
Sometimes my soul gets its shot. The little guy and underdog.
But when all three of them get it together...
When all three have a common goal...
When all three want it...
That Shit.
That shit is a drug.
That shit is a charge.
That shit is purpose.
That shit just knows.
It's not my job, my hobby, or my vocation. It's not the thing that I'll push around and "see how it goes"...it's not that thing that tells me, "I'm working on it"...it's not the thing that says, "let's see" or "I'll just try it"....oh no.
That shit...that shit is my reason for being.
Because, when all three agree.
They are never wrong.
Get with a sick tight clique - and go - all out.
Live and die for it.