TO MY FELLOW SPARTANS:
TO MY FELLOW SPARTANS:
It is that time of the year again when we must sharpen our pencils
Buff those square toes and fix those ties straight.
When those notes for that boardroom meeting must be on point,
that business plan must be water tight and flawless.
Its time to put back the Superman suit back and relieve ourselves
of the obligatory duty of saving the countries refineries and bars from
letting all that good malt, barely and hops going to waste.
My fellow Spartans it is time for battle, a long and inflexible gruesome battle.
A battle that will show no mercy, for pockets will be empty, stress levels
will rise, internet-lessneess will be on the lurk, haters and vultures will
linger eagerly for the opportune to severe your head at the slightest glimpse of your weakness.
This is by far the goriest battle we will face, so as we take up arms, as we
prepare for each day, each meeting, each test, and each exam, each date, let us
not forget that we are Spartans.
That we will not bow to stress, we will not crumble under pressure
we will not give in to trial.
WE WILL TRIUMPH over each and every stumbling block, we will brace ourselves after
each volley and wave of bullshit that is hurlted at us, by our seemingly
hard to reach goals or dreams. Moreover when we reach our goals we will not
be proud, we will be humble we will not rest on our lorals, for that in
itself is a mistake we cannot afford to make.
We are Spartans, we will fight to the nail to crack that deal, get that A,
Make that grade, score that chick, get that car, and buy them sneakers.
For the road ahead there will be neither rest nor respite, only hard work.
9-5's don’t cut it anymore. 9-5's are for the fickle and weak.
As a Spartan, a God among ants it is upon you to go beyond self expectation.
To excel beyond success.
As a Spartan you are to aim past the sky for the moon so should you miss
you will still be amongst the stars.
As a Spartan you are to lead and not follow, you are to know and not guess.
As a Spartan failure and retreat are not an options.
If you shall falter do not wait ambly like a piss ant for a stranger to pick you up
NO !!! You do that your damn self.
There are only so many days, and for which non can be afforded
to self pity and shedding of tears over inane ramblings.
As a Spartan your victories should not surprise you and nor should you jump up and down
in celebration like a newly wed faggot, as victory is what is expected of you
and more importantly what you should expect of yourself.
Your enemy knows your every weakness, your strengths, your goal, ambitions, interests,
Your likes and dislikes, your fears, and deepest darkest secretes.
Your enemy knows your real friend and those f***ers you pretend are your friends but
Behind the confines and comfort of closed doors you readily crucify without hesitation.
Do not listen to the voices that will negate you into self slaughter.
Do not rest when you should be grafting for that is when your enemy is gaining strength
against you.
As a Spartan social suicide is a sacrifice that must be made should the situation present itself.
You are a soldier of the highest decree a descent of Gods.
You are an achiever; you are the meaning of hope, perseverance, consistency and persistence.
You are a SPARTAN.
12 months 52 weeks 365 days 525600 minutes is how long your battle will last.
There will be no breaks, no pit stops. NO, that shit is for women, faggots and sissies.
You will eat, sleep, be, live, become and evolve into one with your ambition and end goal.
You will embody that which you want to become most, without shame and without permission from
the next man. You have one shot, one chance to do it right, for nobody else but you.
You will see fellow men turn on each other; you will bear witness to men cry, and some
will even turn on you. Hard and difficult decisions will have to be made and in so doing
rather suffer the consequences of YOUR decisions than someone else’s.
A SPARTAN learns from its mistakes and grows from its misfortune.
As a SPARTAN it is upon you to take it upon yourself to be the architect of your own success,
for the heights of your achievements are in direct proportion to the depths of your commitment.
We are all of us responsible to ourselves for our own lack of achievement or inability to achieve or
lack thereof. Let this battle be a reflecting of the hunger within us as men, as leaders.
Let as stand tall when the battery smoke clears and the body count is stacked up.
Rid yourself of last years regrets as regrets are nothing more than the past haunting you in
the present, a parasite feasting on your possibilities and opportunities deluding you into nonexistence.
YOU ARE A SPARTAN. GO OUT AND BE. BECOME
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