I just wrote a poem about realizing one's own potential.
I deleted it, because to me it wasn't anything special.
I reach very few, and keep less around me.
I praise those who've persisted because they constantly astound me.
Everyday matters, but two really stand out.
It's the day you're born, and the day you realize what your purpose is about.
Once you give up who you are, for what you can become,
that's when you grab life by the horns; let go and RUN.