They found him standing by the glass doors before dawn, the thin hue of the city’s lights behind him. He was a tall man, shoulders bent by relentless hours. The tie around his neck might as well have been a tourniquet. Across the hotel lobby, a few bleary-eyed travelers caught a glimpse of his figure…
Tag: Life
Hard and Paranoid
You’ve got to be hard. Life doesn’t hand out participation trophies. Those easy answers you crave? They’re garbage. They’re for the weak, the complacent. They make you soft, and there’s nothing more shameful than settling for mediocrity. If you’re content with half-assed efforts, you might as well throw in the towel now. Real achievement, real…