It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishment the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
I just realized that the only one standing between me and success is my own self.
That i am as intelligent and brilliant, if not more, as anyone around me.
That i can do anything that i wish to.
That the only reason i am not able to do it, is because i refuse to put in the work required.
That my own refusal and lack of interest in things is the bane of my existence.
That i am like a ball of sloth, something which is infectious.
That the only way i can get out of it is if i get off my ass and start work.