My dear,
You can recognize a pioneer by the arrows in his back.
You see, people don’t like being told they’re wrong. Nor do they like seeing someone surpass them and walk further out ahead. Hence the arrows.
The weak fall against the arrows, but the greats have, against all odds, continued to walk forward with at least a dozen arrows stuck in their backs. They should be dead, but they aren’t. And oh, aren’t the arrow-throwers mad.
… The goal is to walk so far ahead that the arrows can’t reach you anymore. And then, maybe, you can begin pulling some of them out.
Falsely yours,
Beverly Rubik
