It’s not that I presumed greatness before its time, demanding accolades for works yet unwritten.
There’s a reason, I must believe according to faith, that rejection has stood stone-faced behind opportunity’s many doors.
As I must believe, according to that same faith, that more often, and when it counts, acceptance will greet me at those doors with open arms.

I must believe that purpose cannot be ignored forever.
That hard work pays off.
That little boys can grow up to be the heroes they wished they’d encountered.