You know what happens when someone fumbles right at the end? Nothing. And that's sad.
I lied. What if you're the culprit? You see the goal right in front of you, but you suddenly decide to give up your moment of glory. Gutted, are you? But do you really care what happens next? Because, what you're supposed to think about now is why you fumbled. Why you actually took the eyes off the ball.
So, why did ya? Is it because you had to, wanted to, loved to, hated to? Or were you just plain scared? Yeah, that's right. You were scared. Deny it or not, you deserve a right spanking for being a coward. Just because you're scared of something, it doesn't you can't do. Sure, you can, but of course, the end result is not gonna be great. But, like I said, who cares what happens next? As long as you take a shot at it, nothing else really matters.
Why? Simply, it's not only the goal we're chasing. We're chasing the fact that by doing something we fear, we can believe. We can hope. We can expect things to happen. It's our principles we're protecting more than anything else, right? Yes, I sincerely do not care if this sounds awfully cliche.
Only you know how sad it is to lose it at the end. So, don't.
No! Don't do it! |