Constantly succeeding is like beating a man to death. The first few punches you land, the other guy still gets up. Still gives you trouble. Still makes things difficult for you. you still have hurdles to cross. But then… you do it. You hit him, and hit him, until he becomes weak and brittle and starts whimpering. And then he dies. And he’s gone. And he’s not coming back. It doesn’t matter if you stop punching. He’s gone forever. And that’s what its like. You strive to succeed, and you keep trying and keep trying, and then finally you do it. You succeed. And you succeed again and again, until, it doesn’t matter anymore. It’s done. The towel is wet. It’s really wet. And it’s not going to get any wetter.

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