Sat, 04/02/2016 - 18:28 -- cp.frey

I need fear.

Fear drives me.

Comfort hinders success.

I have never worked hard than when fear was just behind my heels.


I don’t believe in being comfortable while working hard.

Like a lack of sun, comfort prevents growth.

The sun has its place in the sky.

Comfort has its place when work is over.


I fear comfort. 

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