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“Dull Days of Uncertainty” by Trevor Witt
I came searching for answers.
I came searching for control.
But I only found uncertainty.
I only found risks.

I can not see too far ahead.
I can not see beyond the fog.
I can not see the sun before it rises.
A myriad of choices changes my course,
And I must choose how to correct,
And in which direction I would like to travel.

Many ups and many downs,
And many dull days,
Fill my journey.
Dull, dreary days.
But that is part of the journey.
Sometimes, completing the boring tasks is the adventure.

“The Gritty Inch” by Trevor Witt
The gritty inch.
The dirt underneath your fingernails,
Accumulates as you crawl towards your destination.

Your legs have given out.
Your stomach is cramping due to hunger.
But your mind is transfixed on pushing forward.

Just one more inch.
One more gritty, grimy, uncharted inch.
You have strayed off the beaten path, but you know the way forward.

The gritty inch.
The hardest part of the journey.
When your whole body aches and breathing is tiresome.

One deep breath after another,
One elbow in front of the other,
One muddy inch after another muddy inch.

Finally, you are home,
At the end of the path you have created,
Bruised and exhausted, bleeding and dehydrated.
You have traveled mile after mile, inch after gritty inch.

“The Possible Dream” by Trevor Witt
There is no option but success.
There is no dream but the dream that can be achieved.

There is no time for complacency.
There is no time for dilly dallying.

There are no obstacles, only disguised opportunities.
There are no opponents, just those traveling in a different direction with different stories.

You are the instrument of your success.
You are your own salvation.

Reach inward, reach deep.
Reach for the seeds of success.
Sow those seeds, and reap their rewards.

Toil, toil, toil, toil,
Strive for perfection,
Struggle to be your best self.
Then you will truly succeed at whatever you do.