My ambition

I remember my ambition as a young girl. I can taste it even now. All my thoughts, motivations, and plans were centered on achieving greatness. I was involved in every damn thing. From student council to special interest groups, I was there. And, I wasn't just there; I was a leader.

Time has gone by. I'm in college now. I'm working my ass off. I have a job. But, I also have all of these responsibilities. And these things crowd my mind and take up all of my time. Sometimes I question my purpose. But, I keep my ambition in check. It is there. It is my companion. Every time I feel like quitting or throwing in the towel, ambition reminds me that I must persist and persevere.

My path is not sketched in gold. My achievements must be solely won by myself, because nobody can fill my shoes or step into my clothes. Such burden it is, but a relief because I know I have a purpose to fulfill.

Even when it hurts to be here. Even when my mind is consumed by work, knowledge, and pressure to succeed. Even when my eyes hurt to stay open. My ambition kicks in. There is too much to gain for me not to give 150%.