I seem to have been born to accept challenges – to strive for victory
I only ever fully imploded from the effort once, and even then, I strived (and succeeded) to fix it.
You’re inside the result.
Even at my most horrifically fucked…I found a way through, using perseverance.
According to Mr. Webster:
1: to devote serious effort or energy : endeavor
2: to struggle in opposition : contend
Origin of STRIVE
Middle English, to quarrel, contend, fight, endeavor, from Anglo-French estriver to quarrel, from estri, estrif strife
Geez, if that ain’t me, I don’t know what is.
This is the main reason why I pursue my version of success with such relentless persistence.
I apply relentless persistence to everything I do, large or small, long-term or short.
This is due to my DaVinci personality.
I am either 100% vested or 100% not interested. I don’t seem to have much of a “middle”.
To give this much of myself, the goal has to be worthy.
But you want to know “What’s in it for me?”
To be blunt, I am like the bulldog that is the mascot for the Marine Corps, of which I am part.
I’m too pig headed to quit if the mission matters to me.
If you’re my mission – if helping you is my goal – well, you’d have a powerful ally at your side.
I don’t like to lose. I need you to win in order for me to win.
The photographer of this post’s featured photo: Henry Hustava