Taste
Fear is salty.
Remorse is bitter.
Will is sweet.
I always preferred my victories to be sweet. Maybe that's why simply doing it never really worked on me. Although since will runs on enthusiasm and enthusiasm on perfection, I always spend a lot of time figuring out the HOW in all I do.
It's 4.15am, and this epiphany is inexplicably coming to a sober Marco.
Remorse is bitter.
Will is sweet.
I always preferred my victories to be sweet. Maybe that's why simply doing it never really worked on me. Although since will runs on enthusiasm and enthusiasm on perfection, I always spend a lot of time figuring out the HOW in all I do.
It's 4.15am, and this epiphany is inexplicably coming to a sober Marco.
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