But at this moment, I stand within the linchpin of the American Dream.
The short moment when I can transcend my ancestors, both in degree and in scope. They continually commend my efforts, but seemingly believe within that I cannot succeed.
I told them flatly, that I loathe inactivity. I loathe the idea of succumbing to gradualism. I detest those who work hard for something, only to realize how hard it really is, and then quit. I can think of nothing more repulsive or disgusting.
This continued wave of pessimism, cynical expectations, and utter disbelief will be surmounted. For if no other reason than the ideals of demonstrable compotenence.
I will move foward, and I will move ahead.
