“You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have.”
I’m happy I didn’t see the tough times coming. When life was going well, I thought this is the way it’s supposed to be. Suddently, without warning, a storm hits, and I had no choice but to face the storm, do my best, and endure until the storm spent itself.
My guess is that you can resonate with my experience. Each of us, at different times in our lives, are buffetted by storms with gale winds. Eventually, the storm passes. When we look back over the distance we’ve traveled, we understand Bob Marley’s words, “You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have.”
What was the storm you faced? How did it make you stronger? How did it give you confidence you could handle whatever life throws at you?
Stay Strong. Never Quit. Never Give Up.
I had a intuitive feeling one of my blog readers needs encouragement. I hope this small piece of encouragement helps you to stay the course until you reach your goal.
If it’s worth fighting for, you’ll find no obstacle is too great, no ocean to wide to achieve your purpose. You’ll discover a way through, around, or over. The way is there, in front of you. So what if you haven’t found it yet. Don’t quit. Fight on. What you want is waiting for you.
There is a day of sunny rest
For every dark and troubled night;
And grief may hide an evening guest,
But joy shall come with early light.
If you’re up against a bruiser and you’re getting knocked about —
If you’re feeling pretty groggy, and you’re licked beyond a doubt —
Don’t let him see you’re funking, let him know with every clout,
Though your face is battered to a pulp, your blooming heart is stout;
Just stand upon your pins until the beggar knocks you out —
This life’s a bally battle, and the same advice holds true
If you’re up against it badly, then it’s only one on you,
If the future’s black as thunder, don’t let people see you’re blue;
Just cultivate a cast-iron smile of joy the whole day through;
If they call you “Little Sunshine”, wish that THEY’D no troubles, too —
You may — grin.
Rise up in the morning with the will that, smooth or rough,
Sink to sleep at midnight, and although you’re feeling tough,
There’s nothing gained by whining, and you’re not that kind of stuff;
You’re a fighter from away back, and you WON’T take a rebuff;
Your trouble is that you don’t know when you have had enough —
Don’t give in.
If Fate should down you, just get up and take another cuff;
You may bank on it that there is no philosophy like bluff,
When you’re lost in the wild and you’re scared as a child, And death looks you bang in the eye;
And you’re sore as a boil, it’s according to Hoyle To cock your revolver and die.
But the code of a man says fight all you can, And self-dissolution is barred;
In hunger and woe, oh it’s easy to blow— It’s the hell served for breakfast that’s hard.
You’re sick of the game? Well now, that’s a shame! You’re young and you’re brave and you’re bright.
You’ve had a raw deal, I know, but don’t squeal. Buck up, do your damnedest and fight!
It’s the plugging away that will win you the day, So don’t be a piker, old pard;
Just draw on your grit; it’s so easy to quit— It’s the keeping your chin up that’s hard.
It’s easy to cry that you’re beaten and die, It’s easy to crawfish and crawl,
But to fight and to fight when hope’s out of sight, Why, that’s the best game of them all.
And though you come out of each grueling bout, All broken and beaten and scarred—
Just have one more try. It’s dead easy to die, It’s the keeping on living that’s hard.
Robert W. Service.
The Hope of Loving
What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?
I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved.
I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey
to find its source, and how the moon wept
without her lover’s
We weep when light does not reach our hearts. We wither
like fields if someone close
does not rain their