Oh failure should diffidently not be your worst fear, fear success itself.
Fear the feeling of being content, because when you became so there's no reason to grow.
Once you feel content you are comfortable, you feel as if you're in a field of daisies.
Once you become so content you became satisfied with what you are, and what you have, so surely there isn't a reason to grow.
Never be content. Never. Always seek to embrace something new because only then will you want to flourish.
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The Bees, The Honey & The Bears
PoetryPOETRY FOR; For the ones bound like the bees, The ones with a soul as everlasting and pure like honey, And the ones with a spirit as determined as a bear.
