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"A persistent man, even if lacking in skill, is closer to achievement than the talented one who indulges in a romance with the couch."
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The feathers in which the talented man nests are those of self-assurance—soft and comforting, woven from the validation of parents who once saw in him the promise of a prodigy. So accustomed to praise and attention, he convinces himself he can rest a little longer—not just ten minutes past the alarm, but one or two years beyond his competitors, whom he so easily dismisses. In his arrogant perception, when he finally decides to rise, he believes he will effortlessly outpace anyone, reaching the finish line with an almost supernatural competence that disregards the grit, effort, and preparation of others.
Let them keep dreaming! Meanwhile, we, armed with nothing but the calling of perseverance, push forward, breaking our own limits, expanding the territory of our conquests and marking new boundaries with the sweat of our brow. While the talented are strangled by the ticking clock, the persistent outpace time itself—slipping away early, honing their craft, ensuring that fate has no choice but to yield to their will.
If they themselves have turned this phrase into a cliché:
"There is nothing more common than talented failures,"
then let us one day forge our own:
"Perseverance was all we had, and it gave us everything we own."
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The feathers in which the talented man nests are those of self-assurance—soft and comforting, woven from the validation of parents who once saw in him the promise of a prodigy. So accustomed to praise and attention, he convinces himself he can rest a little longer—not just ten minutes past the alarm, but one or two years beyond his competitors, whom he so easily dismisses. In his arrogant perception, when he finally decides to rise, he believes he will effortlessly outpace anyone, reaching the finish line with an almost supernatural competence that disregards the grit, effort, and preparation of others.
Let them keep dreaming! Meanwhile, we, armed with nothing but the calling of perseverance, push forward, breaking our own limits, expanding the territory of our conquests and marking new boundaries with the sweat of our brow. While the talented are strangled by the ticking clock, the persistent outpace time itself—slipping away early, honing their craft, ensuring that fate has no choice but to yield to their will.
If they themselves have turned this phrase into a cliché:
"There is nothing more common than talented failures,"
then let us one day forge our own:
"Perseverance was all we had, and it gave us everything we own."
Thank you for reading, my friend!
If this message resonated with you in any way, consider leaving your glass "🥃" as a token of appreciation.
A toast to our family!