This started something crazy now I was a plane superhero growing and driving wanting water every hour. And my feet were roots and I kicked butts as they downed my
Styled. So it was weird but the fight lives on
As I drive to get in there face.

These two things fight together in me as the snakes fight in the spring. The water comes out of my eyes; yet I laugh while it falls. Why?

The Bhagavad-Gita tells us we have a right only to our labor, not to the fruits of our labor. All the warrior can give is his life; all the athlete can do is leave everything on the field.

Written By Steven Pressfield

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