Today’s Reflection: Never Give Up

Never let your head hang down. Never give up and sit down and grieve. Find another way. ~ Satchel Paige

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The Quitter ~ Robert W. Service

The Quitter
Robert W. Service


     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.

Today’s Reflection ~ Chase the Dream

Go all the way with it. Do not back off. For once, go all the goddamn way with what matters. Ernest Hemingway 

Today’s Reflection ~ Never Give Up

Never give up on a dream just because of the time it will take to accomplish it. The time will pass anyway. ~ Earl Nightingale

Today’s Reflection ~ Never Quit

You become a champion by fighting one more round. When things are tough, you fight one more round. James J. Corbett

Thick is the Darkness ~ William Ernest Henley

Thick is the darkness—
    Sunward, O, sunward!
  Rough is the highway—
    Onward, still onward!

  Dawn harbors surely
    East of the shadows.
  Facing us somewhere
    Spread the sweet meadows.

  Upward and forward!
    Time will restore us:
  Light is above us,
    Rest is before us.

William Ernest Henley