This is my attempt to live. We all grow weak and suffer from complacency that circumstance forces down upon us, some are lucky enough to be shaken from that existence, some die without knowing the bitter sweet taste of adversity and victory. I write to document as much as I write to challenge myself.

A good friend and professor told me that I will never be satisfied with accomplishing goals, that I will simply keep pushing the goal further ahead as I feel the finish line wrapping around me. Complacency has destroyed years of my life, and now I sprint into the crisp cold air of discomfort and fulfillment.