The lessons learned in defeat can be just as sweet as the satisfaction found in victory.
The only person to be in competition with is yourself. Become a better man each day, and there is reason to sleep soundly.
Always moving forward, yet always reverent for the past.
There is wisdom in some suffering, and there is evolution found in silence.
Let the burden of the beast be released.
Let the eyes of the prize be rewarded.
My poem “Chaos Calling” appears in volume XIX of Torrid Literature Journal, recently released in print.