I had written on my ceiling above my bed “You will be champion eventually.” because I was feeling discouraged.
I had written that a year ago and I was nowhere close to being a champion of anything.
I got angry at the words and I climbed a ladder and started smashing away at the ceiling.
I smashed and I smashed and I smashed until the sun started shining down through the hole I made in my ceiling.
I laid on my bed which was covered in ceiling debris and looked up through the hole at the sky.
This must be what champions see.
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