It's only when you first get cut that your journey truly begins.
Anyone can plan out the steps to a journey.
Anyone can work hard and sweat.
It's only when the flesh breaks and the crimson stream of life begins to flow, that your plan has failed.
Don't get me wrong, the plan is still useful, but you didn't plan on bleeding did you?
Some of us will trace our steps back to when we felt the plan begin to fail.
Others will battle on.
There is no right way.
When the blood begins to flow and the seeds of doubts are being
sewn into your mind is the time to find yourself.
When we first set out to play this game, we saw this day coming.
We're counting on you.
The susurrus begins and the whispers of doubt become so loud you can barely think.
And yet the game continues.
Battling on, you find your team no longer follows you.
Retracing your steps, you find your team questioning your judgment.
The anger is rising in you.
The whispers of doubt from without are being overwhelmed with a roar of anger from within.
And yet, the journey continues.
It's time to remind the team that we are stonger together than apart.
Remind them you lead from the front.
You will shield them from the obstacles that gave you your crimson mask.
Adorned with the preborn scars synonymous with leadership, remind them that you take this pain so they don't have to.
The journey has an ending, whether they like it or not.
Turn your motivation into action.
If rage drives you, turn it into the positive energy of success.
In time, they will sing of your greatness, as long as the next steps you choose will lead to victory.
Otherwise, you will sing your own song. The song of scars and past glory.
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