It was such a shame, when you truly thought about it.
A man leaves home every morning, works his ass off for his family, for his children, crawling through hell just to claw his way toward dreams that were burned into him while he was still young.
Which dreams were shaped by a broken background, a worthless family, an environment that either crushed you into dust or forged you into something desperate enough to bleed for every inch of progress.
Suddenly you're motivated. Hell-bent and obsessed with these dreams.
You swear to yourself you'll do anything to reach the top, to create a life better than the one you barely survived. Anything to clear your father's name, anything to make your family rich for generations, anything to stand at the pinnacle where you finally have everything you ever wanted.
And then, of course, after that... you'll just find something new to chase.
