Give me a rock,

And I will make fire.

Yes. Give me.

Give me a pen and paper,

And I will write you a poem, a play or a drama.

Give me drums and pianos.

And I will I be a pianist, drummer, or a dancer.

Give me a sword,

And I will be a soldier, an assassin or a fighter.

Give me sport equipment,

And I will be a soccer player, a golf man, or a rugby man.

Give me a kitchen and blue yellow herbs.

I will be a chef, or a five star waiter.

Just give it to me,

And later I will be.

Because I don’t believe in talent,

But hard work and dedication.

I don’t believe in geniuses and chosen people.

I believe in people who use the clock.

To get to the top.

I don’t believe in a hard job,

But a job is a job that anyone can do.

I will fail a thousand time before I get it right.

But don’t fright!

I only need to get it right once.

I will sweat and struggle.

But don’t sweat it , my sweat is only meant,

To cool my burning desire.

I will have blisters on my fingers.

But that won’t be a hinder.

I will heal, eventually get used to the feeling.

I can do it,

Just give me,

Equipment, dedication, and time.

Yes. Give me.