HISTORY IS a bitch. It is merciless, weeding out the wannabe pretenders from the true contenders. It crushes the weak, leaves 'em behind. It stops for no man. But that don't mean you can't push back. Who are the defiant? When it's time to spill blood & guts, they come with buckets in hand. When the chips are down, they rise to the occasion. When a balls out session calls, they're always the first in line-and they get right back in to ask for more... More punishment means more reward. Standing tall, they are warriors. They are mythmakers.

A breed apart, we are not made, we are born. Born for this, born to shine in the darkness. So take a long hard look in the mirror and ask yourself this-are you a leader? Or will you be forever resigned to follow? When history is made, will you be the one making it, unracking the iron & unsettling the dust? Or will you sit on your ass, reading about it long after the fact? There is no room for second. No place for the imitator. No place for the poser. History will be made... For the one.

Annons

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January 2010