Somedays, I wish to be like everyone else.
No need to be strong and accountable.
No need to keep pushing, always putting my best foot forward.
But I understand my assignment too well.
And that understanding takes away my wants…
I cannot just be.
I know I must pay the price for not being born with a silver spoon.
I must make sacrifices that were never made for me.
I must change the story that has been told over and over again.
I must be the exception.
The pacesetter.
The trailblazer.
The beginning of something better.
A visionary leader.
Somedays, it gets really hard.
Somedays, quitting feels like the best option.
Somedays, the pain becomes unbearable.
Somedays, you question yourself.
But then there are somedays when you see the future clearly,
and you are reminded why you started in the first place.
So you keep going, even when you do not feel like it.
As tough as it may be, you know it is a price you have to pay.
For King and Country.
For Posterity.
For generations yet unborn.
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