Whatever It Takes

It just seems so weird, this feeling of not having written for so long and now trying to jumpstart a fire out of the dwindling embers.



It feels so wrong yet so right, trying to lay down suppressed thoughts into writing after all this time.



Will I ever get back into the game again before it's too late? Will I get there without being sidetracked?



I think it's possible, but it comes with a certain amount of discipline.



I need this. I need to push forward.



I need to do whatever it takes.



Whatever it takes.



Now, what exactly is that supposed to mean? Bridges may be burned, promises may be broken, yet what would "whatever it takes" actually entail? Better yet, when exactly would someone know when to do "whatever it takes"?



It takes a certain skill to do it. It takes even more skill to stick by it.



And how, exactly, would this all end up? I think it depends on how much "whatever it takes" attitude one uses.



Is it a state of mind? Or a course of action? Will it change a person? Define a person? Or truly is the person?



When will you know, when will you have good sense to stop?



Whatever it takes.



Such a scary thing. Who would have thought that three words would have such a dominating presence. An intimidating presence. Who would have thought that these three words, grouped in this way, would have such a reverberating impact.



Whatever it takes.



Do you have what it takes to do whatever it takes?