What's cute in print is painful in practice.
Have you ever seen greatness stripped of its grandeur? I have. Were you shocked or still assured that it was for you? Were you still willing to suffer and censor yourself lest by disappointment you damn your hope? Isn't the angst amazing --how it condemns and encourages? That's what MTV omits. They would rather show the cribs than the crawls achievers endured. Even when they do it's not as dynamic. How can it be when years of frustration are framed by soothing voice-overs?