Because We Can
We end on failure
but, we feed off of that failure.
We succeed
yet, we don't end on a success.
Our goal is to own the time,
own and cherish the seconds of free fall
But why do we jump in celebration
after we've fallen so far?
What's the purpose of flying,
if we end up where we started?
The rush.
The adrenaline.
The end goal and thirst of soaring for seconds longer than most
Limitations are meant to be pushed
Boundaries are meant to be tested
The purpose of our lives
is to seek what is within sight
but just out of reach.
Because the person before us who set that record
has placed the boundary for which we are destined to break.
Because the knowledge of possibility
is enough to drive the want for success.
Because...
Because we can
Because we will
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