If you run into a wall, don’t turn around and give up. Figure out how to climb it. ~ Michael Jordan
What is holding you back? In my experience, fear of the outcome is the stumbling block for vigorously stepping out in a new direction.
What if you you let go of your safety net and stepped out?
What if you took a chance and dared to vigorously go for your dream?
What if you failed? Do you have the courage, to get up, shake it off, and get started again?
Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time.
Can you remember a time where an outcome in your life was uncertain? This was a time when others may have told you to quit. You didn’t quit. You fought on and succeeded. Good for you. What was happening? Who was there? How did you feel when you succeeded?
Now, take that same energy and apply to your life today. Never quit. Never give up.
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.