Your procrastination does not constitute my emergency.
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Have you stopped what you were doing and wished for so much more. I recently came across this battle song by Robert Service. Let me know what you think below.
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 squel. 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.
There is nothing more powerful than persistence. You may hit a plateau here and there, but notice it and jerk yourself into glory. Where do you want to be in regards to your generation? Among everyone else, or do you want to be lifted like an aeroplane with tremedous progress.