2013.

2013 This is it. It is the year that will determine whether my dreams will transpire or expire. All previous talks of glory and success, bullshit, should I fail to execute. A year that will determine the many and the few. The world waits patiently. Eager to cheer in my failure. We are surrounded by poisonous celebrations of mediocrity - a convincing distraction. I wish not to live a life, justifying the pettiness of mediocrity. An insect's life. Friends, family and relationships - all secondary to my cause. There is only one objective. One motive. One reason to live. One reason to breathe. Success. I need to focus. I need be brave. Cease all paralysing distractions. I must remember why I am. Sever all those who bind me, ignore all those who blind me. There is nothing more to life, than success. To make each second count. 2013. Breathe success. See Success. Think Success. Dream success. Be. Success. 2013. Mottherfucking show time.