How far someone can go with any project determines how much he/she can achieve. If how far you can go depends on ‘enthusiasm’, then how much or what you can achieve is also dependent on ‘enthusiasm’.
The above may sound complicated or silly, but it is a fact. Nothing great in this world has been achieved without enthusiasm. In order to achieve something great, you must go far with your efforts, run over disappointments and failure. The only way you can do this is to have ‘enthusiasm’ in what you doing.
You can only achieve anything substantial in what you are doing if you have the needed ‘enthusiasm’ to out run the various obstacles that will come your way. Without ‘enthusiasm’, you will never be able to achieve any greatness in what you are doing.
Greatness is when you find the limits of possibility by going beyond them into the impossibility. Getting to the door of the impossibility is therefore a long rough journey through ‘possibility’; this journey can only be fully taken with enthusiasm. And it is at the end of this journey that ‘Greatness’ dwells.

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I saw the way he looked at me from the bed, half naked. He was clearly ready to devour. He had paid to eat the food he did not know how it was prepared.
Couldn’t he see the look in my eyes?
Couldn’t he see I was different from the others?
“I am one of the richest men in this city. You have met your luck. Just do me good. You know your pay is what some people work their butts off to earn.” He winked at me
Couldn’t he see…
“Am I going to get serviced for this pay or not?” He gave a piercing look at me.
I nodded and the tears fell alongside. I slowly unzipped the gown and it slid to the floor. I shook where I stood in just the underwear covering the bareness.
I watched him come towards me…he stood behind me and wrapped his hands around my waist.
“What a wonderful body you’ve got.” He whisphered in my ear. I could hear his heavy breathing on my neck, his hands slowly reaching for the hooker of my brazier.
“Please…” I held his hands, crying.
“Please what?” He turned me around to face him.
He noticed the tears for the first time.
“Is this your first time?” He held my shoulders.
I burst into tears.
“Don’t worry…I would be a gentle guy”
It was so painful, so disgusting.
Approaching the room I and my sister managed in an uncompleted building the next morning…
“Sister!” Andrea, my younger sister ran into my arms.
“Sister where have you been! I thought you left me alone!…I thought you left me to suffer just like mama and papa” she vibrated with tears in my arms.

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