Here i am writing in my blog, i never thought id have one it just too public and im not exactly someone who likes to share my inner most thoughts to the world as sometimes the consequences can be more than i can take.
I question myslef everyday why im alive almost everynight why go through something filled with worries, trials and dissappointments, to have to go through the pain of fighting my inner demons. Sometimes its out of genuine doubt, sometimes as a reminder and as motivation to go on.
Yet for years one answer stands clear above all else. Im alive to fight, it was my destiny it was what i was made for since i was a boy, to have my back against the wall fighting off everything else that comes my way day by day not even stopping for one second to think if all that it could all be in vain.
But as long as i am still breathing, i have no right to give up no right to throw away the oppurtunity i that have been given to me by others who have made far greater sacrifices, to give up would be to spit in thier faces a total disrespect for thier efforts. So as long as im alive i fight for that chance to prove myself worthy. Here's a little poem:
It is not the critic that counts
Nor the man who points out how the strong man stumbled
Or where the doer of deeds could have them better
But rather the man who is actually in the arena
Whose fate is marred with dust, sweat, blood and tears
Who no matter how he strives valiantly with all he has
Yet falls and comes short again and yet again
Who truly understand the meaning of true passion and sacrifice
Yet continues to pursue and fight for his cause
Who at the best knows in the final chapter
The true triumph of high achievement,
And who at worst knows, if he fails
At least fails knowing his goal,
So that his place will not lie with the cold and timid souls
Who wandered their life aimlessly
And knew neither of victory or defeat
To bear the storms that life may share;
To walk where only lions dare.
