Moxenacity

It always seemed like a good idea at the time, but as the consequences of his actions began to unfold. Jim would be shown otherwise.

These ideas of his, started a fire in his head, that could not simply remain held, hidden away. They needed to be given wings to fly, no - soar, to a wanting public.

He would see someone else's success and think, I can do that!

And so, Jim would run around town collecting the necessary items needed to give birth to the next great thing. He knew it was only a matter of time until he would be successful, and then, he would be happy.

That however, (happiness) was an oxymoron in itself, and was Jim's biggest problem.

Happy seemed to be a place not meant for him to be, see or feel, for that matter.

He would inevitably set the bar too high, and just before he could crest the next plateau, he would fall on his face.

This seemed to be a pattern for Jim. And everyone around him, had begun to catch on.

Maybe he was cursed, maybe he wasn't trying hard enough. Or maybe he was overcompensating from the brokenness he felt.

Whatever the reason, Jim would keep trying. Reenforcing his moxie and tenacity