I am my own hero

Somebody once said I am not “exactly daring.”

No, in your eyes I am not.

Seven years ago I had an idea, a glimpse of a vision. I have worked, since, thousands of hours to build this idea into materialisation, and I am now very close. The last three years I’ve been working on and thinking of it, almost constantly. Funny thing is, I do not know if it will “work.”

A month from now, I will either be on top of my world, in my mind, to myself — or I will be looking up at the next, highest peak that revealed itself all of a sudden. I will not stop.

“You’re not… You’re not a rolling stone” another one said, in disapproval, somewhere along the way.

True, I should have answered. I’m on my way up. Not down.
... But why waste my breath. I need it for the climb.