I know the moral of the story doesn't apply to every circumstance in life. But I often find myself in a situation that does cry out for this basic principle.
MORE HASTE. LESS SPEED.
Right now, I forget every other piece of traditional wisdom that I have heard, provided I remember how that slow but steady creature beat its more powerful opponent.
I am never ever dissuaded, desperate or dramatic. I just proceed.
I have lost myself in a vision. My dreams play in my head like a broken record. They never fade or admit failure. I am constantly making mistakes (mostly within the public eye), but I learn from them and bring myself one step closer to the dream. the goal. the one things I am ALWAYS thinking about.
I am, in a strange way, a victim of my own success.
My special gifts have created the kind of complications that may never surface in the life of a lesser mortal.
I am not trying to suggest I am sme kind of superman, but I could remove alot of pressure by demonstrating the true extent of my love for success!
For now, I'm happy hiding in the blurred haze of disco lights of Flinders.
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