The Deadliest Sin: Complacency

He got the itis. Comfortable, content, complacent. The hunger that got him where he was disappeared like Mickelson at Winged Foot. He lost his swing, got civilized, threw on some blazers, fancy shoes, and button up and thought he made it. He thought his life was set, Daddy Warbucks had cash waiting for him in a Swiss bank account once he graduated. The prestige, the name, the atmosphere... it all got to his head. He forgot the years of hard work, the blood, sweat, and tears that made him who he was. He lost that look, that swagger, that commitment to greatness. Like Dorian Gray he looked himself in the mirror ashamed of what he saw.
He thought: Greatness is hard, greatness is lonely. His mantra that helped define him... his motivation, his purpose, his dream. He's trying so hard to get it back. It's a tough road back to the top. This time the competition is better, they're gunning for him. His natural skill isn't his saving grace this time. He's gotta develop that fadeaway like Jordan in 96. This climb might have Frodo shakin. But alas he looks at this picture and hears a voice in the background shouting : MMMMMMMalcolmmmm, MMMMMMArtin and remembers his place is no coincidence. He looks to his heroes; Ali in 68, Malcolm in Mecca, Mandela in Prison, Christ after Judas's kiss. It's all so clear now...Focus