Gravel.

Being driven by nature is usually a really cool thing to be . Usually. All the way up until someone comes across something they can't have. Until the very moment they realize they  may have met their match . Being driven, one tends to get what they want, when they want it, the way they want it. But what if one is so invested, so blinded by what they want that they can't even see  that they're playing a losing game?  Sometimes, even the most driven miss out. What people don't realize is that no one is born driven. Drive is observed, respected and then duplicated. A big part of having drive is the fear of being afraid. In order to exude drive successfully, one has to fear not taking a risk more than they fear taking one. Bravery and drive go hand-in-hand. Simply because there is never a guarantee that one will actually receive what they are going above and beyond to attain. Nonetheless, uncertainty should never halt the attempt. If trying doesn't exist neither does  achievement. Not trying to do something, in my opinion , is worse than failing at doing it. I say this because at least, if one doesn't  get what they want despite making the effort to, no one can say they didn't. Walking away can be dignified. If they make the choice to cower away from what they really want then they mustn't have wanted it as bad as they thought they did. In turn, reserving no rights to complain about the lack of, said desire. Either street one decides to take, there's a lesson hidden in the gravel somewhere. Finding and comprehending what it all means is where the real difficulty lies.