Fear

April 2, 2016

I need fear.

Fear drives me.

Comfort hinders success.

I have never worked hard than when fear was just behind my heels.

I don’t believe in being comfortable while working hard.

Like a lack of sun, comfort prevents growth.

The sun has its place in the sky.

Comfort has its place when work is over.

I fear comfort.

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