today i shed my old skin which hath, too long, suffered the bruises of failure and the wounds of mediority.
today i am born anew and my birthplace is a vineyard where there is fruit for all.
today i will pluck grapes of wisdom from the tallest and fullest vines in the vineyard,for these were planted by the wisest of my profession who have come before me,generation upon generation.
today i will savor the taste of grapes from these vines and verily i will swallow the seed of success buried in each and new life will sprout within me.
the career i have chosen is laden with opportunity yet it is fraught with heartbreak and despair and the bodies of those who have failed, were they piled one atop another, would cast a shadow down upon all the pyramids of the earth.
yet i will not fail, as the others, for in my hands i now hold the charts which will guide through perilous waters to shores which only yesterday seemed but a dream.
failure no longer will be my payment for struggle. just as nature made no provision for my body to tolerate pain neither has it made any provision for my life to suffer failure. failure, like pain, is alien to my life. in the past i accepted it as i accepted pain. now i reject it and i am prepared for wisdom and principles which will guide me out of the shadows into the sunlight of wealth, position, and happiness far beyond my most extravagant dreams until even the golden apples in the garden of hesperides will seem no more than my just reward.
time teaches all things to him who lives forever but i have not the luxury of eternity. yet within my allotted time i must practice the art of patience for nature acts never in haste. to create the olive, king of all trees, a hundred years is required. an onion plant is old in n