gLiMmeRs of hope; keep me coming back everyday. These certain days, words of praise, short proofs of improvement and triumph. The chance of greatness; sucess due to nothing more than sweat and endurance. Wishing theres a reason I'm still here, something more than simply filling a spot. Doing things I previously was uncapable of, becoming stronger, faster, better. Fleeting moments of brillance...

its a love hate relationship...