When I was about 8 or 9 years old I was outside kicking a football. I was barefoot and I kept kicking it as hard as I could to get it into the sky as high as possible. I can still remember how terribly bad it hurt to kick, but I just kept kicking it. Eventually my foot started bleeding and I decided to stop. Was this the first moment in my life that I realized that in order to achieve higher heights you might have to endure through pain? Or was I just simply being a dumb kid out to achieve nothing? I’m not really sure. I don’t have too many memories left from when I was a kid. For some reason this moment is stuck in my head right now.

Jesus Christ - Brand New

Do you believe you’re missin’ out
That everything good is happening somewhere else?
But with nobody in your bed
The night’s hard to get through