Thriving Under Pressure

Wake up, Eat, Breath, Sleep, Sucess.

Repeat.

Making Mom and Dad proud just adds the stress. 

Work, work, work, I think I'm going bezerk.

Social Life, what's that?  I don't worry because I have this test down pat. 

The pressure; not quite sure I can thrive under this pressure.

Expectations, commitments, but I see the light.

That light, the fruit of my future, the payoff.

Beauty surrounding me, but why can't I stop and smell the roses?

It hurts to be bitter, stop, smell the roses.  Beauty is in every corner we look.  We cannot be a happiness crook.

God puts his hardest battles upon his strongest soldiers, so lace up your boots, Doctor, we have a long road on our shoulders.