"You're stubborn. Even if it takes you a million times, you'd always get up again and again to finish the job. That's what I love about you."

I don't think there is a line at all between persistent, stubborn and just plain crazy. Where I stand at least, if I want something done, I'd go all the way to see it done. More often than not by myself because no one else would have the patience to stand by me if things go wrong.

When I look back at all the things I've accomplished in my life, it's easy to wonder how I've made it this far. Against all odds, I've done what other people thought otherwise. But in the shadow of its brilliance are the trials and tribulations that defines the person willing to go to such lengths. The simple things that people take for granted often become moments that force me to face my own ignorance and become something more. I did not know most the things I know simply because I heard it from someone who got it from a book. They are the countless hours of trial and error painfully amalgamated into an experienced whole. Experience that was born out of the solitary attempts devoid of a helping hand.

So if my pride and arrogance is tempered only by my stubbornness, it has a good reason. For far too long have my pleas for help been answered in silence. For far too long I have depended only on my own hands for some of my greatest works of art. For far too long have I been the stage in which people walk by, stopping only for a quick glance out of boredom or for their own selfish reasons.

I will keep going. Even if I have to fall a million times, I will soldier on. Not anyone else but my own. Not for the greater good but for purposeful trivialities. My reasons are my own, my actions are my words and my results…my results are the lessons of my pride and joy. They are what defines my world and in the end, probably what makes me better than anyone else out there.

Maybe even you.