Dear Hard Work…
I used to hate you. When you called my name, I heard it but I ran away from you. When I knew you were coming, I used to hide from you. When you influenced others to talk to me, I quickly made excuses to get away from you. Afraid of the pain because I didn’t want to get hurt. Afraid to fail, so I didn’t even try. Afraid of your name because of what you have done to others.
Who do you think you are, making me so afraid of who you are? Reflection in the mirror, shadow behind me… I take one step, and you are still ahead of me. Sweat in my face, tears in my eyes. Is there anything that you can’t do?
Now look at me. You made me who I am today and because of you, I have this never-losing, never-giving-up attitude. Quitting? That’s not in my vocabulary. When they quit, I keep going. When they sleep, I work harder. When they say that I can’t and count me out, I show them that I can. When I tell them about my dreams and they laugh, I make sure to laugh last. I am a dream chaser. That means I chase my dream and no one else’s. Only I can defeat me. It’s me against this work you put on me. There’s no losing.
I will not lose!
I came this far, and I am not stopping now. Oh, hard work, my dad was right about you. You do pay off, and because of that, I love you. How can I not? I am no longer hiding from you. I am waiting for you. As a matter of fact, where are you? I need you.
Because in hard work – I trust!