I am not as fancy but I am worth it.

I know you'll call him, after we are done here; I know you'll treat me like I'm nothing but a moment. Deep within your soul you know, I'm good for you and I'll take you places you desire, but you are comfortable with him, even if he isn't who you dream of at night.

I know him, his friends and cousins, I know he is not yours, he has other slaves who bends to his will.

His name is Worry, right? Do you know his friends, Fear, Self-sabotage and Unworthiness? They will do numbers on you, I swear. You will live like a slave in their cage not knowing what to do with yourself.

I know you see me like I'm uptight, I'm not much of a fun, my only wish is you have courage to take my hand.

I won't lie, a journey with me is not the easiest one but eventually you will grow to love climbing with me. After all, isn't taking on a worthwhile cause the source of happiness?

My name is Progress, I am not as fancy but I am worth it.