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Leading the Pack
By Eddie Arce   
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Last edited: Saturday, December 29, 2007
Posted: Saturday, December 29, 2007

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I write these, not sure what to call them. Very short, conceptual, creative writing pieces. This one is about my MOTIVATION.

My motivation is explosive and contagious, perhaps at times even intimidating. A ball of fire burns within my chest, its phosphorous glow beaming from my core. Inspiration, I believe, is everywhere. Itís omnipresent, hovering in different formations awaiting the daring soul willing to capture it and manifest its secrets. I am bound to a ceaseless determination to rule, lead, and conquer. Such a deep-seeded will power can often be a mystery, one that I cherish and hold close if only to understand it better. I live in an age of creation, and venture far into the unexplored corners of my mind. The pure sweet rushes of adrenaline envelope me, freeing me of the clasps which lash out from mildewed walls on long chains, like vipers. Their rusted jaws gnash out suspended in mid-air. The fatal bite. Some of us believe we were meant for more and act upon it. In this moment, where all seems to pause, I catch a glimpse of now, and realize that it is the only moment which matters. Nothing is absolute, only individual. The trick is finding or convincing others to agree. Motivation isnít subtle for me, itís fiery and bright and wastes no time. It rises high into the sky like a wave, blocking out the sun, and grows still traveling at a powerful pace. I know only how to chase it. Its might is overwhelming and difficult to control, like tossing a lasso into a cyclone. Success on this level is an angel worth wrestling. I tighten my grip, my gaze pierces and I overtake what I set out for mounting many heads on my wall. Itís open season, and all is fair game.

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