it happens.
every minute of everyday.
we lose. we fail.
we lose the scrimmages, the fights, the battles that mean so much to us.
the obstacles we have to over come to reach the gold paved finish line
where a medal of honor awaits our arrival.
but we fail. daily.
and that medal is forced to endure another day without.
~jungle jane~
carpe diem.
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